Hello, everyone! I’m taking a break from the Annie/Harry part of the story, so here’s some Niall/Hannah fluff. Names for these couples?
Hannah’s POV
I sat on my couch, crunching on potato chips as I watched Titanic for the umpteenth time. My phone buzzed, and I paused the movie, picking it up. It was a text…but I didn’t recognize the number. I opened it and skimmed to the bottom…OMYGOODNESS it’s from Niall Horan! I yelped, jumped, and fell off the couch. Oh, my gosh. Niall is texting me. I got up and back onto my seat. I smoothed my hair down, and picked up my phone again.
From: Unknown number.
Hey, Hannah! How are you today? Oh, this is Niall Horan, by the way…I’m not stalking, don’t worry…Annie gave me your number. Okay, breathe deep, Hannah, old girl. Stay disinterested. Guys like when you play hard to get…
From: Hannah
I don’t know…Do I know a Niall Horan? I know a Hiall Noran? Maybe that’s you! XD I put him into my phone’s contacts really quickly.
From: Niall <3
…that was cruel.
From: Hannah
:P
From: Niall <3
BUY ME NANDOS AND I SHALL FORGIVE YOU!
From: Hannah
*sigh* do you ever stop eating?
From: Niall<3
Yeah, when I have to sleep. :P What are you up to today?
From: Hannah
Just sitting around, watching Titanic…again.
From: Niall<3
Good movie! I love it!
From: Hannah
Wanna come over and watch it? I just started it…What?!?! Why did I just say that!?!?! He probably thinks that I’m coming onto him or something!!!! Ugh, I'm an idiot…
From: Niall <3
Sure! I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go to the movies or Nando’s anyway. But that is much better! CUSHY SEATS!!! Where’s your house?
From: Hannah
Here, I’ll send you directions… :) haha
I leapt up from the couch and immediately started cleaning up. Ugh, my hair is a mess; my clothes are a mess…MY HOUSE IS A MESS! Why did I invite him over? I asked myself, racing to the bathroom and dragging a hairbrush through my long blonde hair. I threw it into what Annie called a Katniss Braid, and I changed into a pair of regular flare jeans and a tee-shirt that had the American flag on it. I hummed a song called Stand Up. It was my favorite song in the whole world…my friends from Doncaster and I had actually made a YouTube video of us dancing. It wasn’t very good…but it made me laugh every time I watched it. I quickly cleaned up the house, and then called my mother.
“Hey, Mum!”
“Hey, Hannah, what do you need?” My mother asked.
“Um, I just wanted to let you know that a friend of mine is coming over tonight…We’re gonna watch Titanic and stuff.”
“Okay, honey…wait a minute…” I groaned silently. “Who is this ‘friend’?”
“His name is Niall?”
