Hey, we know that Niall is probably the most people's favourite right now (and who can blame them?) but this oneshot is from the dark time when he wasn't as loved.
Don't hate us!
We love him! But it hurt us when people were mean to him:(
Hopefully you'll like it!
Lots of love,
BowsAndNutella xx:)
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The Blind Date (Niall)
“Did it not occur to you to mention this when you went on yapping about the difference between stilettoes and platform heels?” I yelled at Nikki.
“I’m sorry Jamie but… I knew you wouldn’t come then!” she whined.
“Of course I wouldn’t! I mean you tell me you have a date. You tell me your dates bringing a friend to be my date. Couldn’t you slip it in that they both were members of some irritating poppy boy band?!” I whisper yelled as they’d gotten closer to our table now.
She simply shrugged and turned her attention to her date.“Harry!” she said, hugging him as he pulled away and kissed the back of her palm. I swear these guys were as cheesy as their lyrics.
I shuddered at the sight of the mushy couple and saw a blonde head bob from behind the curly head.
“Hi, I’m Niall!” he said in excitement and held his hand out for me to shake.
Knowing I wouldn’t normally bother shaking his hand, Nikki reached out to my elbow and pushed me to shake his hand. “Jamie.” I mumbled to him.
“Wow cool name!” he exclaimed and sat down opposite me.
“Hmm…it’s ok… Quite masculine…” I said blandly and sat down.
“It sounds quite boring on guys though… suits you!” he said with a smile, his blue eyes shining and reflecting the flame of the candle on the table. They were so beautiful, a soft blue with sparks of orange shining randomly with the unstable flame. And he had a very obvious Irish accent, very sexy.
“Thanks.” I blushed slightly and looked at my lap to hide it. I wouldn’t normally appreciate this company but he was actually so cute and innocent looking with big puppy eyes, you just feel like feeding him brownie and candy floss.
“Oh my God! It’s Harry Styles!” we heard an excited girl's voice on our left. We turned to see this 13-14 year old girl standing (jumping, actually) next to Harry, offering him a book to sign.
“Oh umm… sure,” He said and wiped his hands on the napkin before signing the girls book. She jumped excitedly AGAIN and turned and went away, leaving Niall looking upset and uncomfortable. I felt sorry for him. Being friends with Nikki (world’s biggest directioner), she keeps yapping on how he got least attention and it wasn’t fair.
I looked at him sympathetically and offered a smile. He looked just so upset. I felt horrible! He returned my smile with a comparatively weak one and a shrug. Even Harry and Nikki had stopped their otherwise nonstop conversation and looked at Niall to see if he was alright.
“Could you guys not?” he asked finally, shifting uncomfortably in his chair and looking at Harry and Nikki.
“Sorry…” Harry and Nikki said at the same time and went back to talking, occasionally glancing back at Niall.
“Actually, could I get your autograph, Niall?” I said suddenly and held out a tissue paper to him.
He flushed red and didn’t blink for a few seconds. Then he just coughed and said, “Oh yeah… sure!” and took the tissue and signed it and handed it back.
