Fan Account (A Niall Horan FanFic) on hold

Chapter Four- My Lips Taste Like Niall Horan

a/n: this is a majorly short filler chapter. sooooorrrrrry everyone:(

*Niall's Point Of View*

"I should go inside. Thanks again. I'll text you," Delaney's hand was on the door handle as she bit her lip.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Did she have to go so soon? I should probably be going soon anyway. I didn't want to. I wanted to stay here and talk all night. I loved talking to her. She was funny and nice and so easy to talk to. As she turned and opened the door, I caught her arm. "Dee, wait."

She turned to face me, her eyes innocent.

It was a stupid thing to do. God damnit, Niall why did you kiss her? What if she was still mad at me? Wait, she just said she wasn't. Why am I questioning this? I've liked her for a long time, so why would I ever regret kissing her?

You know what? I didn't regret it at all.

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*Delaney's Point Of View*

Niall pulled away and waved before jogging back to the car that was idling at the curb.

My chest was heaving, my heart was pounding so loud it was the only thing I could hear. My palms were sweating as I shut the door behind me and slid down the wall. He kissed me. Niall Horan kissed me. As in his lips were on my lips for a full ten seconds. Ten seconds. He kissed me. I kissed him. No, he kissed me. He kissed me and I liked it.

He kissed me and I loved it.

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I went upstairs to find the TV blaring with an infomercial as Bennett lay passed out on the couch, Chloe asleep on his chest. I gently shook him, confused as to why he was out here.

"Hmm?" His eyes fluttered open after a while.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He sat up and laid Chloe down on the couch. "She couldn't sleep and for Mom couldn't be bothered and I wasn't just going to let her cry until you got home."

"Oh, well, thanks, I guess." I ran my fingers through my hair. "I can take her, you go back to bed."

"I'm fine. I think I'm going to stay up for a bit, I don't know, I'm not really tired," Bennett reasoned. As I was about to pick Chloe up, he spoke again. "How was the concert?"

"It was great, really great," I licked my lips.

"So, since I guess I could be considered the man of the house, am I supposed to have a 'talk' with this boy?" Bennett said, though I knew he was joking.

"No, that's alright," I laughed then remembered I hadn't told him about Niall. "Wait, who told you?"

"Mom," He shrugged.

"Oh, so now she chooses to communicate," I sighed. "Whatever. But yeah, he's nice, and we're friends. You'd like him." I reasoned. "I'm gonna put Chlo in bed then go to sleep. Night."

"Night,"

I scooped the six year old up, trying not to wake her. Luckily, she was still asleep when I tucked her in and went to brush my teeth and get changed. I pulled my hair out of my face and climbed under the covers, though I knew I wouldn't be sleeping much tonight.

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I found myself running my tongue over my lips multiple times as I tried to fall asleep that night. I mean, how could I not? They tasted like Niall Horan. They tasted like my dream guy. As in the guy I could only ever dream of being with.

I actually had a chance. I had the smallest chance to be with the boy I had never thought would give me a second thought. Hell, I never thought he would give me a first thought.

He kissed me. He liked me. He thought I was cute and funny. Up until yesterday, I had no idea he even knew I existed. He was in the world's most famous boyband, and I'm Delaney, a high school soccer player from Miami.

I'm boring and gaurded and way too busy and loud and I spend all my money on Vans. Niall, on the other hand, was hilarious and open and talented. Why would he ever want anyone like me? Why wouldn't he want someone who's also hilarious and open and talented and beautiful? Why would he ever like me?

I don't know why, but he did.