Darling Harbor (Niall Horan)

Chapter 9: Won the Bet

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

BREE’s POV

Unfortunately, the show has come to its end. The boys bid their farewells and promise to come back soon. Everyone cheers and screams for the last time as the boys are concealed to the backstage. I bet they never want the show to end.

I am about to make my way to the exit when Paul comes up to fetch me, “Where are you going, Bree? Come with me.”

I am confused. The show is over so I think I had to go already but as he suggested, I came with him. He again ushers me to the backstage. There appeared the five lads dripping with sweat, wiping their selves with towels and drinking bottles of water.

“Bree?! You came!” Niall run towards me grinning, the other boys trail their looks to me and came after him.

“Yeah, I did. You were amazing.” I commend, and taps his arm casually. “Paul didn’t tell you he took me?” I glance at Paul, and then peer at Niall.

Niall glares at Paul, “No, he didn’t.” Paul shrugs off and walks out.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Louis interrupts. Niall stands beside me, swigging the water from the bottle. The four other boys gather in front of me.

“So, you are Bree.” Liam asks, letting out a wide smile and his cheeks bulges. He’s a jolly fellow and I felt warm around him. “My name’s Liam.” He extends his hand towards me and I did as well for a handshake.

“Pleased to meet you, Liam.” I smile. Liam must I say is the most mature-looking among the lads. The other three introduced themselves as well; I greet them with a smile and pull out a handshake one after the other.

Zayn has this bad boy look, besides his seemingly obvious tattoos, his eyes are so deep and the way he looks at you makes you tremble. He’s probably the member of the group that I found mostly attractive before when Evonnie first introduced them to me through her posters. Louis is really funny. He’s the clown of the group, considering that he’s the most humorous fellow on stage. Lastly, Harry has this flirty look. I don’t feel comfortable around him. No offense!

“I won!” Liam blurts out in the middle of the meet and greet. His palm opens, “Come on now, mates!” his hand stretches in front of Louis, Zayn and Harry simultaneously. The other three whines as they are placing cash on his hand.

I am totally clueless with what’s happening. I face Niall as he chuckles at them. My brows narrow and my lips create a friction between them, demanding for an explanation.

Liam giggles and digs in the cash he collected in his pocket. “Listen, Bree. I am really, really, really glad you came.” He excitedly remarks and squeezes my arms. My forehead creases, still puzzled.

I smirk at him and I look at Niall grinning at Liam.

 “What’s happening?” I whisper softly to Niall’s side.

“We had a bet.” The raspy-voiced Harry declares.

“What?” I grimace.

“We had a bet on whether you’re coming or not. The three of us bet on you not coming. You came and Liam won.” He mutters, enough for me to hear.

I glare at Niall and bite my lower lip.

“I am completely innocent about that!” He eagerly defends himself.

“So are you guys complaining that I came because you lost the bet or what?” I speak up with my brows raised against them, felt a little insulted but to be honest, I find it funny that they had a bet on whether I am coming to see them or not. Congrats, Liam!

Zayn chuckles, “You are right about here, Nialler. She really does speak her mind.” He remarks.

“Yeah, I already like her.” Louis agrees, sniggering.

I glare at Niall for like the tenth time in the past 15 minutes and he starts to laugh, I smack his arm playfully. “What else did you tell them about me, huh?” I ask eagerly, tilting my head to conceal my question from the other lads.

Niall did not answer though. He just continues snickering.

“So, did you enjoy the show?” Liam asks with the sweetest voice possible. I turn my head to face them again.

“Yeah, I did to be honest. You were all amazing though and the crowd is unbelievable.”

“Really?” Niall exclaim in disbelief of my comments. Maybe because of what I usually act when he’s around. I just can’t let go easily of my tenacity when around guys. And I also told him that I am not one of their crazy fans. I actually started liking them when I paid attention to their music and lyrics earlier this morning.

The four boys share a curious and playful stare with one another, perhaps surprised with Niall’s reaction.

*Dead Air for seconds*

“Would you love to hang with us tomorrow, Bree?” Harry pipes up amidst the silence.

“Huh?” I beg for pardon. I think I did not hear that right.

“We’re going on a yacht tomorrow. If you have nothing else to do, then you should perhaps come with us.” He offers. His eyes are completely drawn at me and I feel like I am being peeled off like a banana at the moment. I don’t even know what to answer. Is he always like that? It’s quite awkward. I cannot look at him directly either.

“Right. You should totally come with us. It’s going to be craic!” Zayn added.

“CRACK?” I ask, I gaze at Zayn for a moment for an answer.

“C-R-A-I-C, pronounced as CRACK. It means fun in Irish.” Liam elaborates. Shouldn’t Niall be the one explaining that to me? He’s the Irish one. I bet he’s letting the other lads do the negotiation for me to come with them. Judging by what I usually do when he’s the one offering something for me. I always turn him down.

“So what do you say, we’re having margaritas.” Harry sings the last three words.

“We’ll do jetski too.” Louis sings too, the same rhythm that Harry did.

“I don’t know. Sounds really good but …” I know they are trying really hard to convince me but hanging out with them would be quite daunting. What if other people see me hanging out with them?

“You can also take photos while we’re on the yacht, Bree. You know, there is greater perspective by the sea. You can take photos of Sydney at a far distant.” Niall persuades. Finally, he speaks up. I thought he becomes mute and overpowered by his bandmates when it’s their turn to talk.

I smile and realize that he has good point. I’ve never really taken good photos by the sea. It’s a good opportunity for me. Niall worked this one out quite good.

“Well, it sounds enticing…”All of them grin, anticipating for my next words, “Okay. What time is that?” I smirk.

“Yey!” They cheer; Liam went dancing the shimmy-shimmy shamelessly. Louis and Zayn fist-bumped, and Niall smiles at me appreciatively. On the other hand, I spot a suspicious smile on Harry’s face but I choose not to pay attention on it.

“Two in the afternoon, I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay?” Niall offers with a big smile on his face that never seems to wear off since I agreed with their plan. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair practically. I quiver as he lays his oceanic blue eyes on me. I've never looked at him this way before until I heard him sing tonight. His voice did make a soft spot within me; it’s imprinted in my head.

“Alright.” I agree.

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So that's two chapters for today. HAHA

Hope you like the way how it turns out.

By the way, who's coming to Sydney to see the boys?

Me, nah! I can't. Bliss :(

Love,

Glyz<3