Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 18

I couldn't wait much longer.

I had been sitting out by the airport for at least a few hours now, watching planes land and people step off.

There was a specific area that was lined with security and had little to no people walking around. I was guessing that was where the boys got off.

I kept sitting, and almost an hour later, a plane landed in the empty spot.

I tensed on the spot, watching the airplane with anticipation that it was the boys. My eyesight never left that one spot, especially as the large doors opened.

Two guards walked down the staircase first, talking to the others before yelling something back into the plane. Then out stepped Harry.

He was wearing sunglasses and a dark hat that hooded his face, and he kept his head down, trying to hide his identity, though it didn't much help as a massive group of girls squealed and ran his way. A few guards made their way towards the girls and started pushing them back.

The other boys came off and only three of them got in the taxi.

One, which I'm guessing from his green snapback and shirt that read 39 and Horan was probably Niall, stood, looking over the crowd, though security tried to press him on.

I soon stood up, jogging towards him, the whole way screaming, "Niall! Here! It's Mariah!"

Niall didn't spot me at first, but soon he did, and suddenly he took off. Towards me.

Niall shoved through the crowd, running my way, screaming my name whilst running.

I didn't have much time to react when he ran up, grabbing me in his outstretched arms and holding me up into the air, one of his hands on my back and pressing me close to him.

I felt joy ripple through me every time his hand moved, because I knew that he was Niall Horan- and he was here. With me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair and shirt slightly just to make sure he was real and I was actually holding onto him- and every time I would tug on one or the other, I would squeak in pure happiness, him holding me closer, if that was quite possible.

I felt tears run down my cheeks. They dripped from my face and onto his shirt. I couldn't hardly hear him whispering in my ear through the harsh sobs that racked my body, and the words I made as I ran my hand down his back, quietly mumbling, "You're real.."

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Before I knew it Niall had set me in the taxi, and with there not being enough room, I had to sit on him, with Harry and Liam both squeezed tightly on both sides of us.

Louis had been sitting in the front, currently looking out of the window and taking in the huge city that we had just passed.

Niall had his chin on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my stomach, his fingers doing small circles a few inches above my thigh. I had my head pressed against the back seat, my eyes closed and a content smile on my face.

We sat in there about 30 minutes until we arrived at the hotel. Harry opened his door first, sliding out as quick as he could.

I went to slide out that way, but Niall grabbed my thighs, holding me on his lap as he slid out of the door- wouldn't say I was complaining, though.

Niall then turned me around as he stepped out and wrapped my legs around his torso and shutting the door. He put one hand on my back, holding me up to his chest as he walked forward.

I could see the flashing lights of paparazzi trying to snap a picture of my face as we walked by, and a few girls asked Niall to stop and sign her shirt, but Niall didn't stop, and kept right on walking.

Right as we walked in the door I could hear the screams of people in the lobby of the hotel as they ran up to the door, only to be shoved past by Liam and Harry, who looked as if they were escorting Niall and I to the room.

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Soon after I could hear the creak of a door and I knew we were inside the room.

Niall walked a bit father and leaned down, telling me to climb off.

I felt underneath me for something to land on, though, because I knew Niall was one for pranks. I felt my fingertips brush the bedsheets and I unwrapped my legs from his torso and sat down.

Niall sat beside me, looking exhausted. We sat for just a second, as if we didn't even acknowledge each other's existence, then suddenly something snapped back and I wrapped my arms around Niall, pressing myself to his body.

Niall tossed his arms around me, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned his head slightly into mine, his chin just brushing my shoulder.

"I can't believe you're real.." I murmured, taking in the fact that I was hugging the Niall Horan.

"I'm real," Niall mumbled in my ear. "I'm all yours now."

I felt a chill run down my spine, causing my grip on Niall to tighten. He chuckled slightly, pulling back and standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"Down to the pub."

"Niall, we just got here-"

"You can come with me." Niall suggested, staring down at me. I stayed, watching him for just a second, before standing up and brushing myself off. "I need to go get my purse." I said, beginning to walk off when Niall called my name.

"I have it, babe."

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We arrived down at the pub and immediately the smell of alcohol filled the air, and I felt as if my nostrils were on fire at that moment. I blew out heavily, coughing.

Niall slipped his hand onto mine, interlocking our fingers. "You okay? We can go back."

I shook my head. "Nope, I'm just fine."

"Alright."

--A/N--

So Liam just posted this picture on Instagram

And I think I just died ffs he gives me feels

And wishing Niall a well recovery as he is very sick right now!

Hope you loved it,

~Addilyn xx