Harry:
You’d known Harry for a while. And to be honest you were falling for him. Fast. The only problem? He was in a relationship. And the girl was horrible. She treated him awfully and you knew she didn’t love him. You just needed him to see it. You had run to the store to grab something and seen them on a walk. You hurried in the other direction. It hurt too much to watch him with someone else. The worst part was that you had felt the chemistry between you two before. But you’d done nothing about it. You hurried home walking straight in front of them because you had no choice. But you didn’t even look at them. Harry noticed you. You were in your flat about an hour later watching tv and eating ice cream because you were just done. Your doorbell rang. You hurried to the door and pulled it open. There was Harry. He smiled adorably and pulled a dozen roses out from behind his back. Your eyes got wide.
“I’m sorry” he started.
“I can’t believe I put up with her so long. She treated me horribly and she only wanted me for my fame. You’ve been here for me the whole time. And I finally broke it off with her. I just hope that is hasn’t taken me too long to realize that-” You couldn’t stand it anymore and you cut him off…with a kiss. Quick and gentle yet passionate.
“That I love you.” He finished pulling his lips back a bit and resting his forehead on yours. Speaking in a whisper against your lips. You smiled.
“I love you too” You said. He kissed you, dominant now that he's gained a bit of confidence. It was gentle and he cupped your cheek. He pulled back lightly.
“Did you have dessert tonight?” He asked.
“Only if ice cream from the carton counts” you said smiling.
“Would you like to go out for ice cream with me?” He asked.
“Now?” You said. He smiled and nodded.
“Is it our first date?” You asked flirting a bit now.
“Oh yes.” He said.
“Good. Lets go!” You said smiling. You walked to the ice cream stand hand in hand, talking, laughing, and smiling the whole time.
Niall:
You were at a concert. A One Direction concert. You were in your happy place. It was like you were on this crazy high. You had gotten floor seats with a perfect view of the stage. You were halfway through the concert when you noticed a certain Irish man squinting in your direction. Was he looking at you? You smiled experimentally and he instantly smiled. You were almost positive that Niall Horan had been looking at you. Whoa. The concert ended eventually and you were now confident that Niall had looked directly at you more than once.
You were following your friend out when two security guards came up to you saying that “your presence has been requested backstage”. You were so confused but completely excited. You got backstage and the guards led you into a hallway. You saw a sign on what appeared to be a dressing room door. It read “Niall”. They stopped right in front of it and knocked on it. Your heart was racing. The door swung open and there 2 feet in front of you stood Niall Horan. Did I mention he was shirtless?
Your jaw dropped and he laughed “thanks guys I can take it from here”. He said. He held out his hand and you cautiously took it, partially in a trance but also completely overly alert.
“Hello princess” He said in his perfect Irish accent.
“H-hi” You stuttered.
“You’re probably wondering why you’re here, yeah?” He continued, chuckling to himself.
