Niall's POV
"C'mon Harry! Make it fast!"
"My hair needs to be perfect."
"But I still have the best of all when it comes to quiff."
I heard Zayn and Harry converse. I couldn't care less with my hair right now. We're heading back home after this whole North American Tour and I'm in full of excitement to have the break. Touring is really fun yet exhausting. You go from place to another. But the best thing about touring is I'm enjoying it. I'm living my dream so why complain?
I'd be staying for a day or two in London then I'd be flying to Melbourne for a vacation. Then I'll meet the lads to continue our Australian Tour.
"You're making it perfect when all you just put on your head is a bandana!" Zayn exclaimed.
Good thing about riding your own private plane is you can do whatever you want; yep, including exclaiming.
"I have to put the bandana perfectly so my hair won't turn out a mess." Harry explained.
"What you mean is a 'nest', Harry?" I barge in the conversation and look at the two lads.
My eyes grew wide to see the bandana on Harry's head.
"Where did you get this?" I grabbed the blue cloth from his head.
"Hey! I look good with it." Harry protested.
"Oh I thought Zayn is the vain one?" Louis smirked at Harry.
"This is mine." I told Harry putting the cloth inside my polo's pocket.
"No, it isn't." Harry answered. "I don't think you own one with embroidered letter 'N' in it."
"He's named Niall. It starts with letter 'N'." Liam states the obvious. He's wearing a confused look.
"I mean," Harry pulled out the cloth from my pocket. "Not with a cursive style and I don't think he's a fan of embroidery."
"Hey, give it back to me?" I tried to reach out for it but he hands it to Liam.
"Then who owns this?" Liam asked scanning the stitch art.
The four of them were waiting for my answer. Louis cocks an eyebrow at me.
"I don't know her." I simply replied.
"Her?" Zayn asks further.
"I swear I don't really know her. She appeared then she suddenly disappeared and she left that." I defended while showing some hand gestures.
The lads look at each other. Oh. Those look in their eyes. I know what their up to.
"I'd take a nap!!" I declared, grabbing the cloth from Liam's hand and put on my headphones, shutting the world for a while.
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"I've got my flight tomorrow morning so I see you there, Gail." I hang up my phone as I finish my conversation with my girl best friend.
I'm inside a music shop right now looking at different vinyl. I'm not into them. I just passed by the shop and the vinyl on display caught my attention. Picking and buying one won't hurt. Maybe I could pick up like a Bob Marley's.
"Good morning, Sir." Someone spoke up behind me. "How can I help you?"
I turn around to meet a blonde girl. I think she's seventeen. Her smile has reached her ears and she's waiting for me to speak.
"Uhh. Well, I'm just looking around. If I find something, I'd call for you." I smile back at her.
"Maybe I could help you find what you want." She offers.
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Taciturn (Niall Horan)
FanficCommunication is one way to build up a relationship. But what if the love you thought that exists remains silent? How could you ever tell that you love that person if you can NEVER speak about it? It's TACITURN love, I think.