A/N so I realize these chapters are really short and that's only because I don't want to bore you or stuff but trust me they will get longer ok leave comments please (:
“And he called you what now?” Carley gasped as I filled her in on my lunch coffee if that’s what you call it.
“Beautiful.” I sighed, playing with my hair and checking my reflection for about the tenth time.
“Was he hot?” She said and I could tell from here she wanted to be hit on by a probably hot guy with an accent.
I turned on some music and hummed along for a few seconds. “He was wearing a hoody.” I say making sure to sound dramatic. She giggles and I hear her mom call her for dinner and of course she doesn’t bother to say bye.
I sit on my bed staring at the Niall poster and I frown, who really was Blondie, (I decide to call him that because I knew in my heart he was a blonde.) I didn’t have anything to do but think, I had finished the boring book today when I got back before I called Carley and I was almost up to the finally chapter of After.
“Shara,” My mother called from the hallway and I really felt lie being sassy but instead I was going to play nice.
“Hmm?”
“Dinners ready.” She sighed probably mad I still wasn’t speaking to her and just to piss her off even more, I put on a light pink tank top and some white sweatpants and put my hair in a lose bun.
I smiled to myself and headed off to the dining room almost laughing to myself. My mother is already sitting at the table a huge frown across her face.
“You could have at least put better clothes on.” She takes a bite of mac and cheese and I smirk.
“Who’s going to see me?” I say, taking a sip of milk. She takes another bite.
“What if the neighbors come by?” I roll my eyes. “And bring cookies.” She adds sipping gracefully at her water.
“You wouldn’t let me have them anyway.” I mutter to myself and stop talking to her for the rest of dinner and mostly into tomorrow. The only time I talk to her is when she tells me she’ll be out of town for two days. I nod okay and go back to listening to music.
Maybe since I’d met Blondie my life was just about to get less boring, I decide to go to bed early and finish up the first book in the morning and that’s what I do dreaming of Blondie.
In the morning I wake up let my hair dry, I straighten it and apply make-up even if my mother’s not home, and I take my hamster out playing with her for a few hours before tucking her tired little self-back into the cage and feeding her.
Wow I was boring.
I had finished the book and I decide to get sun even if I was going to burn, I’d probably just read in the shade.
After about two hours I get up and stretch and that’s when I feel something ram into my side, no not something it’s someone.
“What the he-” I try to say but my voice is muffled by a hand. I try to scream but it does nothing.
“Don’t spit on me.” I hear the Irish accent and my heart pounds louder so loud I’m sure he can hear it. “Or scream please.”
Still with his hand on my mouth he pulls behind my shed. He takes away his hand wiping it off giving me a smile and he pulls his hood off and I gasp.
“You’re Niall Horan.”
He pushes me against the shed wall and I almost like the feeling but he’s got a pissed off look on his face and he grips my wrist tightly. “Don’t scream.”
“You’re hurting me.” I cry out and he’s face turns into concern as he loosen his grip and I touch the red lines.
“I’m so sorry,” He looks down at me and his blue eyes catch the sun. “You’re not like most ‘fans’” he says quoting his fingers. I laugh and smile.
“Well I didn’t scream rape when you tried to hide me…” I say trailing off as my mind wonders to why One Direction is here. “So anyway if you don’t mind my asking why are you here in North Carolina, a really smile state.”
“Photo shots,” He answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “The beaches are quite beautiful.” He turns the ring on his finger and smiles down at me; this is really happening why had I not fainted yet. “Although that’s not the only thing beautiful to my eyes,”
You have nice eyes. My mind adds as I blush. Just as soon as he said that a clap of thunder roared and rain started to pour.
“Nice weather huh?” I ask shielding my face. He laughs and I blush more at the sound.
I start walking back towards the house and it takes me a second to realize he’s following. Niall wants to come with me. In my house. Am I dreaming.
“Mind if I come in?” he asks as he ducks in to the roof, I shake my head no and open the back door.
“It’s very clean in here,” He says after a few minutes as he looks around, I breathe deeply and smile at him.
I walk to the cabinet and pull out some pasta. “Hungry?” he nods and I boil the water and pour the pasta in. everything is quite and I like to hear the rain on the roof, I feel Niall staring at me again and I look at him through my eye lashes and he blushes, I swear I heard him say something under his breath but I let it go. I shake my head he’s just hot that’s it, it is hot in here.
“I think you stir like this.” He says coming up behind me, pressing his front into my back and letting his hands rest on my hips as he stirs them, I can’t help but laugh. He puts his larger hands over mine and stirs the pasta and in ten minutes with his help it’s ready and we sit down to eat it.
“So you live here alone.” Niall says after we clean the plates making small talk here and there laughing like we’ve known each other forever.
I shake my head no, and cough. “My mother lives here to.” Suddenly Willow jumps on the bar and starts rubbing herself on Niall. I’ve never been jealous of a cat until now, damn. “And my cat of course,” I say smiling and Niall nods not saying anything.
“Well I should get going.” He says sadly as he stares at the black car in the street through the rain.
“Oh.” Is all I say and he looks at me before leaning down and brushing a kiss to my cheek and I feel the tingle of heat.
“It was nice meeting you…” he trails off and I guess I’m supposed to tell him by name.
“Shara.”
“What a pretty name for a pretty girl.” He says with a smile while waving and dashing out the front door, I run to my bedroom, slide up against my bed and smile to myself listing to the sound of the rain and smelling his cologne in the air.
Before I drift off into a happy sleep I call Carley. She answers on the second ring and I realize its midnight, she sounds tired.
“Niall Horan was in my house.” I say dreamingly before hanging up and falling asleep.

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Spot light (Niall Hoarn fanfic)
FanfictionShara is a normal girl about to go to collage. Niall Horan, is well Niall from One Direction. When the two met they can't stay away from each other, will their love be able to make it through whatever is thrown at them?