Teardrops on My Guitar [Ziall] ~On Hold~

Chapter 20

[Niall's POV]

I met Justin at the airport and we proceeded to go straight to my house right after we checked him into his hotel. Daniel was our chief chauffeur. No, just kidding. Daniel was actually really helpful cause of his mad driving skills that helped us evade mobs of fans that attempted to throw their bodies on the car.

All in all it was a pretty crazy day. Chaotic and loud would be the best words to describe it. The whole time I couldn't keep my eyes off Justin Bieber, cause, wow, biceps man. And holy shit, they say that he's been working out but I never really managed to register just how much those days at the gym he'd spent actually paid off.

“So, Niall, heard your new album is coming out soon?” Justin said as Daniel parked his car in our driveway.

“Yeah. Coming out in November but the lead single is coming out sometime this month!” I answered.

“That's so soon! Actually can't wait to hear it,” he said, flashing me his award-winning smile that had successfully made millions of girls swoon (and seemingly working its magic on me as well).

The both of us were getting out of the car, and I was just about to fish my keys out of my pocket when I noticed Daniel wasn't turning off his engine.

“Sorry, Ni, got a shift at 2,” Daniel said when he caught me looking weirdly at him.

“Aw man, that sucks. I was totally looking forward to beating you at Modern Warfare!”

He grinned maliciously at me. “Even if we kept playing for eternity, you would never win me.”

“We'll see about that,” I winked playfully.

“No but seriously, I wish I could stay.”

“Yeah man. What time does your shift end?”

“8? I think sometime around 8.”

“Well you're most definitely welcome to come over once you're done. That is if you aren't too tired or anything,” I offered.

“Yeah, I'll think 'bout it. See ya.” And with that, Daniel drove off.

I took nervous steps toward the front door, motioning for Justin to follow me.

“So uh--”

“It's just--”

We looked at each other for a moment and then broke into laughter.

“You go first,” he said.

“No you,” I countered as I opened the door.

“But what happened to ladies first?” Justin protested.

“That is completely sexist okay, and firstly – HEY! Are you trying to say I'm a lady?”

“Hmm, did I say that?” He raised his eyebrows quizzically.

“OI! Horan! Quit standing outside and get your arse in! We want to meet Justin Bieber as well!” Louis shouted from the living room, interrupting our bickering (could you even count our little conversation as that?).

Justin and I laughed as we got in, and laughed even more as we got stuck trying to get through the front door at the same time (we eventually squeezed our way through so there wasn't any ladies involved).

“Waddup guys! I bring good news!” I announced as I ran into the living room.

Louis and Liam were seated together on the couch, the TV muted. Zayn was on the love-seat, brooding (he really was, eyebrows furrowed and all) over his phone, and Harry was nowhere in sight.