"BREATHE" (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter Ten

  It’s amazing. I thought to myself as Niall and I sat on the bus like normal citizens. Despite being an international Popstar, with a little change in clothing and scenery, Niall had managed to blend in. Well, he was STILL an extremely attractive guy that drew the eyes of women on the bus, but not ‘paparazzi’ attention.

            “I can’t believe how well you fit in.” I told him as he adjusted his fake black glasses and flashed me a grin.

            “I did use to be normal, believe it or not.” He joked. “I’m just really glad that there’s nothing to interrupt our date.”

            “Date?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Who said this was a date?”

            “You’re such a tease.” Niall says as he takes my hand in his, his hands were cool to the touch. I glanced at him only to see him looking at me then blush and smile; I felt my own cheeks warm. I imagine an outsider looking in on the two of us, blushing like little children because we’re holding hands. We’re practicing holding hands. I paused and mentally reminded myself that now was not the time to be thinking of Harry. But I could help it; Harry was always lurking around the back of my mind.

            “What are you thinking about?”

            I focused on Niall’s clear eyes and squeeze his hand. “Just about what we’re going to do today, you never did tell me.”

            Niall’s smile widens and he presses a finger to his lips, it reminds me of when we were in the clothing rack, when he was trying to keep me quiet.

            “It’s a secret.”

            “Can I guess?”

            “You can try.” He says back, looking confident that I wouldn’t be able to guess. I bit my lip. Wow, he was really adorable.

            “A concert?” I asked as he shook his head.

            “Nope, you’re cold.”

            “Hmm, a restaurant?”

            “Uhh…slightly warmer. “

            “BUFFET!”

            “A little warmer.”

            I pouted and leaned back against the bus seat. “What could possibly be warmer than a buffet? You love food.”

            Niall laughs at this and I find myself laughing with him, his laughter is just contagious.

            “Do you think I only care about food?”

            “Well…food, music, and according to the night of our first concert—beer.” I answered as he nudges me with his arm, laughing again. “Tell me about yourself, Niall.”

            He’s quiet for a second, which I find funny. Niall’s usually very loud and happy. “I really like playing football with the boys, I like cooking, writing song lyrics, playing the guitar, just hanging with my friends, I am left-handed, and I’m absolutely obsessed with Justin Bieber.”

            “Justin Bieber? Are you serious?” I asked with raised eyebrows. Niall looks mildly offended as he laughs.

            “Yes, I love Justin Bieber.” He says as I shrug and laugh with him. “What about you, tell me more about yourself.”