Let Me In // Niall Horan AU

04

Elena's POV

(Same day)

I wish he would have kissed me. I wouldn't have cared if we were to be caught, well maybe a little, I couldn't have Liam find out. Hell, I cannot have Liam find out about what I have been up to tonight. 

Niall and I are still staring at another outside the cafe, waiting for one of us to say something. I take the moment to actually take in his features, his eyes are crystal blue, I can see brown roots growing out; does he dye his hair? Right before I can ask him whether he does or not, but he beats me to it. 

"Do you want to come back to my place?" Niall ask rubbing the back of his neck, and my eyes go wide, "Not like you know, but to hang out for a bit?" he adds.

I want to say no because if Liam found out I know he would be furious, but my heart says yes. I want to  actually hang out with some who isn't part of the club or my brother. I deserve to have an actual friend. 

"Yeah," I nod.

Niall smiled and took his phone out of his pocket, placing it to his ear. Seconds later a black Bentley pulls up on the curb and tall older man opens the back seat doors. I feel like my mouth literally dropped to the floor, I wasn't expecting this at all. Liam typically drove himself places or we get some fancy car to drive us to events, but to have a personal driver and also have Niall pay for my meal tonight has all been overwhelming. 

Richard, who is Niall's driver is quite nice and funny. As we drove to Niall's place he went on about how Niall has never brought a girl into a car that he owns, which made me blush. 

"We're here sir," Richard states as we pulled into a bright shiny building with Horan lighted up brightly at the top. 

Woah, was all I could think of. I always wanted to go into one of the Horan buildings, but someone like me doesn't belong or should be seen in such a exquisite building.

When we walked through the revolving doors, I'm in awe at the sight. The lobby is very modern, black and white sofas are in corners of the room and right in the middle is the concierge desk. The lifts are clear one way glass that you can only see yourself from the outside, but you couldn't see inside of them. 

When we step in the lift, Niall presses the very top button that says Pent House, and then he places a key into the key holder; for security reasons possibly. I thought that Liam and my former family was rich, but Niall brought the term rich to a whole new level. 

I didn't even notice that I was holding his hand until he gave my arm a little tug to pull me off the lift. The first thing I see when I walk in is a huge photograph of a combination of every Horan building from different cities. There's also the black and white theme again and glass all around the living room giving a the most amazing view of London. 

"Do you want anything to drink?" Niall ask breaking the silence.

"Um, I'm good for now thanks though," I smile, taking a seat on the black leather sofa. 

"Tell me about ya self," Niall urged.

I sighed. I don't know what to say, I'm not the type of person to open up to people. The only person besides Harry who knows everything about me is Liz, but I haven't seen my best friend in years. 

"There's really not that much to tell," I lie.

Niall chuckles, "Okay I'll tell you a little about me self first then." 

I decided to get comfortable, I took off my jacket, and crossed my legs on the couch facing him.

"Well I'm from Ireland obviously, I grew up pretty well I didn't struggle since my father owned Horan Buildings and such," he takes a moment to think "I played football when I was younger I taken up golf now, um, my favourite colour is blue and I love food of all sorts, which is a blessing since I travel quite a bit," he laughs. 

He goes on to tell me about how his mum and dad been divorced since he was about 10 years old (a/n: I know he was younger than that) and that he lived with his dad majority of his childhood since his mum thought that was best for his sake. He went to uni at Oxford for business and inharited the Horan company a few years ago when his dad retired. His life story is literally what my parents wanted for me, they would love him. 

"Now tell me about you," He says placing his hand on my knee.

I surprising don't move it or react to the gesture, "I grew up in Kensington," Niall raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Kensington? That's  one of the riches parts of London why do you live in the poorest area now? You must have money," He speculates.

I sighs, "My parents have money, Harry as well, but me... no," I take a breath before continuing "I was very troubled when I was younger, I didn't want to attend college or uni, I just wanted to dance, its my passion, but my parents hated the idea, it wasn't well isn't their ideal career. They kicked me out when I was sixteen and I lived with Harry for a while until I turned eighteen." I couldn't bare to look up at Niall at this point, I felt embarrassed to come out with what had happened between me and my family. 

I felt a warm hand being placed under my chin, lifting my head up to face him. "My dad didn't know that Harry was helping me with money while I looked for work and he treated to disown him as well and I could't have that happened to Harry, he needs them. Harry introduced me to Liam about a little over a year ago? I don't know, anyway, Liam took an interest in me for some reason, but he didn't turn out to be who I expected him to be," tears started to form in my eyes, I ran my hand across the bottom of my eye catching tears before they could fall. 

At this moment I'm so lost in thought, I did not even notice that my head in resting on Niall's chest. He's running his fingers through my hair, in a comforting manner. 

"What are you doing to me?" He whispers to himself. 

I'm wonder the same exact thing. I don't understand how I feel so comfortable with Niall, it's just like a natural feeling, like I'm suppose to be here with him. 

"I never brought any girl in my house before," he states out of nowhere.

I remove myself from his grip and look at him, and wait for him to continue. He doesn't. 

I read about him in magazines and newspapers, Niall Horan young billionaire and womanizer. I always read that he is with different women all the time, never in a relationship. Though, the being a womanizer is true, clearly bring girls to his home isn't. 

Then I remember, that Richard said that Niall has never brought a girl in a car that he owns, and now he's never brought a girl to his flat. What else has Niall done with me that he hasn't done with any other girl? We hardly even know another, I don't get why he's treating me differently. 

He places his hand on my cheek and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Instead the words I never expected to say just come out, "Kiss me," 

His hand roams to the back of my neck and slowly brings me closer, obeying what I stupidly asked. 

a/n: this was unedited and i'm gonna re-write this