Prince Charming

No. Freaking. Way.

♡Annriette's POV♡

I gasped, as his blue eyes stared at me. Actually, stare was a huge understatement. His blue eyes pierced through my brown ones, a slight twinkle present. This was no stranger. This was the most desired boy of One Direction scanning my body after he had crushed me and ruined my clothes and hair.

"You're... you... NO," I gasped.

He simply chuckled and said, "Yes, love. I am Niall Horan from that dreamy British-Irish boyband," mocking the emotion of a fainting fangirl. I smiled. His voice was enough to make me fall over a bit, causing him to steady me while I played it off like I had slipped again. 

"Woah! Be careful, love," he laughed, picking a piece of eggshell off me and tossing it aside. "I'm so sorry about this. Are you okay?"

I laughed and took a step back, grabbing the corners of my skirt and turning to show him all the stains and food scraps I was covered in. "What do you think?"

"I think that even being covered in half of the store, you're still the most beautiful person I've ever met," he whispered, moving a piece of eggy hair behind my ear as I blushed. "I'm so sorry. I'll pay for your groceries and dry-cleaning, and--"

I interrupted him, "Oh, no. Niall, you don't need to--"

"Please," he begged. He dialed a button on his cell phone, and instantly a team of security guards and publicists swarmed into the store, rushing to Niall's side. He gave them my grocery list and they returned minutes later with everything I needed and more in a neat and organized cart.

"We got her groceries Mr. Horan, and yours as well. We'll deal with the rest. Go ahead and get in the van," one said, pushing us towards the door.

"Wait wait wait, what?!" I asked, giving Niall a concerned and confused look. "What is going on, Niall?"

"Please. I want you come back to the hotel with me and so we can get you cleaned up. I'll get you new clothes and you can have dinner and even stay overnight if you want. It's the least I can do. It's completely safe, and besides, the paparazzi have already spotted you. It's not safe for you to go home now. We need to let the buzz around you die down, so they don't go crazy and follow you home," he explained.

"I don't have a problem with it. I just find it funny how you're doing all of this for me, and you don't even know my name," I giggled, and he flashed me his million-dollar smile. Hell, it could be billion-dollar smile for all I know. One Direction is the biggest band on the planet, and one of its boys is here asking for me to run off with him for the day.

"Tell me your name, Beautiful," he smirked, as he grabbed my hand and led me outside, shielding me from paparazzi. Once we were secured up inside the van, I eased up a bit.

"Annriette. My name is Annriette," I smiled, watching all the screaming girls fling themselves at the van as we drove past.

"Wow. That's a different name," he said, and I Iooked away, embarrassed.

"I know it's odd. It's ugly."

Niall quickly tilted my chin up so my eyes met with his, and whispered, "It's beautiful. The most gorgeous name I've ever heard."

I smiled, and went back to watching the scenery change. I've never been this far out in LA, as I've only been living here a few months. We were leaving the busy city and moving into the calmer area: less buildings, less people, less 1DAF fangirls.

As if he could read my mind, Niall explained, "We're going to the boys and mine's flat. We should be there in about fifteen minutes." 

I couldn't get my mind off of his perfect Irish accent, and he couldn't seem to get his off of my American one, causing me to giggle to myself.