Niall One Shots

Online Connection

Niall sat down, staring at his computer screen for a moment. is fingers brushing over the keyboard. His sure fingers hesitate for a moment before typin in the URL, tumblr.com. He had one for a long while, obviously a secret. It was nice to be anonymous (he didn't like not being able to post selfies which kinda bummed him out).

He had a total of 179 followers (which really surprising to him but he followed over 200). He blogged humours things, stupid jokes, things about footie, rugby, and video games.

One of your followers messaged you about a humourous thing you reblogged... You followed back obviously.

The messages were going back and forth in messaging for awhile. He made up a fake name, Neil. How original. Well, at least he thought so. Found it more comical than not.

The two of you seemed to talk on Tumblr all the time. He made a kik so the two of you could talk outside of all of that. And you were utterly smitten with him. The two of you talked every day and every night.

Soon, you were asking to maybe Skype, make sure that he wasn't some old creeper man. Because, it was the internet and one never knows what they were dealing with.

Obviously, Niall was panicking. He wanted to, because he fell for you. He loved every selfie you put up. He loved talking to you. But it was all just a matter of safety...

Fuck.

'Well, why can't you?' You write to him, ready to end it. You wanted to take this friendship to the next level, but you didn't want to pressure him into anything. But you had strong feelings for him and found yourself turning away other guys that were where you were at, for fear that you would stop falling for Neil.

'Because, luv, it's not that easy to explain...' Niall wasn't sure how to even address the situation.

'You're a creepy old man, aren't you?' This is what you were worried about. But you didn't share too much. He knew the state you lived in, but nothing else than that really.

'Ffs, no. I'm not. Skype me then. But you have to swear to not freak out..." He messages back after a few moments. Niall didn't want to loose you. You were something else for him and he wanted to keep you for as long as he could. But he didn't want you getting star struck and crazy.

Niall made a 'fake' Skype so he could comfortably be able to block you in every way if necessary.

The camera wasn't pointed at his face when he called you. "Hey..."

"Hi Neil." You smile a bit as you answer the skype call. You frown as you only see from the neck down. "Well, I obviously can tell that you are not an old man." You giggle a bit.

"Told you." Niall chuckles a bit before taking a breath. "You have to promise to not freak out when I show you my face..."

"You can't be ugly. Even if you were, I like you for your personality." You tease but bite down hard on your lip anyways. You weren't too worried, but still.

Niall just nods a bit and shifts his lap top up a bit, an unsure smile on his lips, "Hey love." He murmurs. "My name is Niall..."

Your jaw drops, "Niall Horan... As in, Niall Horan from One Direction?" You kept your cool as much as you could but you were fucking in shock. You have been conversing with the Niall Horan for the last like... six months.

His heart sunk, of course. "Yeah, I am. But I gotta go..."

"Wait wait." You murmur and put your hands up, "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting this at all." You say quickly. " Sorry." You smile. "You're still just boring old Neil. But just a lot different." You laugh softly. "There's nothing different about you and I. How was your day?"

Relief flooded through Niall. You knew now and you didn't freak out too much-thank God.

The conversation between the two of you flowed nicely and there was nothing wrong with it.

Niall was going to come visit you. You were crazy nervous for him to come to your apartment. You had called a maid service to clean up your apartment as much as possible. Niall was used to nice things and you worked your ass off in order to have your one bedroom apartment.

He had the concert starting in America soon and he asked if you wanted to go on a few stops with him.

But you had to meet him first and figure out how you two work in person. It was easy with a screen between the two of you. Niall was going to be dropped off soon and you had the roast cooking. you felt silly, but god dammit. You liked him. And you like him before you learned that he was famous.

Niall was growing increasingly nervous. He took all measures to travel under the radar and not be seen or notice by the paps-which was harder than it seemed...

He brought his hood down and knocked on the door.

You answer the door and smile when you see him, "Niall!" You go to hug him and Niall holds you tightly to him. He smelt so fucking good and you smelt wonderful. Fuck.

"Hi, it's lovely to meet you in person." He murmurs and finally lets you go and you let him in. "You have a lovely flat." Niall smiles at you.

"Oh thanks so much." You look around a bit. "I am making roast if that is okay." You bite your lip as you go to check on it.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I always love a bit of home cooking." He grins a bit and searches your eyes.

A light blush comes over your cheeks and nod, "Great." You glance back at him and he comes to hug you again.

"I am so glad that you decided to follow me back on tumblr." He chuckles. "I'm going to look forward to this weekend." He nods a bit.

"I am too." You murmur and look up at him.