The Boy Who Gave Me Hope (Niall Horan Fan-fiction.)

Chapter 7

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Stacy’s POV -

Since I had nothing new today, I put a simple, yet, comfortable outfit on. I wore my tribal print leggings and my ‘I love cats’ hoodie. My hair was just in natural waves and I didn’t feel like straightening it. I walked over to one of my accessory drawers and grabbed out my white beanie. I walked over to the mirror and positioned the cotton on my head. May I say; the outfit actually looked ok. “perfect.” I breathed out. It was only 1 and I was extremely bored. My mom was at work so I was alone.

I walked down stairs and looked through my cabinets for something to eat. I pulled out a bag of chips and went to the couch to watch TV. As soon I was about to sit down, the doorbell rang. “Oh come on.” I complained to myself.

I unlocked the door and opened it. I was shocked to see it was Niall. What was he doing here?

“Hey! Ready?” He smiled at me. I was confused because I didn’t know what he was talking about. “What?” I asked confused.

“Ohhh, you don’t remember,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, we made plans to hangout today, but you were hammered last night,” he chuckled “So we don’t have to.” He said. I blushed at the thought of being so drunk. Well, might as well. “I have nothing else to do, so yeah why not.” I smiled. I invited him real quick so I could get my shoes on and we could leave.

I ran upstairs to grab my shoes and put them on. I finished tying my laces of my white converse and ran back down stairs. I saw Niall looking at the photos of my family on the wall. I followed his eyes to the picture of me and my dad. I coughed awkwardly to get his attention and he swiftly turned around.

“Oh, uh- sorry.” He smiled. “Ready?” I nodded and he led me out of my house. I didn’t actually know where we were going through. “Uhm, where exactly are we going?” I smiled sheepishly. I wasn’t the best at talking to boys, and especially ones who looked like Niall. “Well, you told me you liked Starbucks last night and I thought, why not take her to Starbucks!” he lightly laughed. I blushed at the thought, because if I told him that, what else did I tell him when I was drunk?

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The walk to Starbucks was short but consisted of little conversations from me and Niall. We got to the cashier and ordered. I took out my money and was about to hand I over before Niall stopped me. “What kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn’t pay?” I smirked. With that making me blush furiously, I took my drink and reserved our seats in the corner..Niall joining a few minutes after.

“So, we should get to know each other eh?” I smiled and nodded. “Ask me anything.” I said, starting it off. “Who was the man in the picture?” Once the words left his mouth I instantly knew what picture he was talking about.

Niall’s POV -

Once the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted it, seeing her face fall. She looked in deep thought. Trying to think whether she should tell me or not.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want…” I said sympathetically. She smiled and wiped away a tear.  “No, no, it’s fine. He is my dad. He died when I was 7.” Her voice was small and her eyes were on the verge of tears. I scooted my chair next to hers and rubbed small circles on her back. She smiled and appreciated the gesture. “So, what’s your favorite color?” she asked changing the subject.

“Green! Favorite movie?” and for the rest of the time we were at Starbucks the questions just kept coming. But there was one I made sure I got to ask her. “What do you think the perfect 1st date would be?” I grinned. She blushed and thought for a minute. “I guess something like and ice cream date? I have no idea; I just really like ice cream.” She giggled. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

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Stacy’s POV -

“thank you, for today… it was a lot of fun.” I smiled at Niall. He put his hands in his pockets and smiled. “It was, and I insist on taking you out again. I’ll text you later.” He smiled before crossing the street and going into his house. I walked into mine and ran to my room. I kicked my shoes off and hopped on my bed. I stared at the ceiling just thinking over everything that occurred today.

I’m not going to deny I have feelings for Niall. I just don’t want to end up hurt or broken. Everything that has happened in my life before I came here has made me broken… I don’t think I could handle if another thing happened dramatically. The scars could prove that

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