Taciturn (Niall Horan)

CHAPTER 7 - Fancy Her?

Niall’s POV

“Niall.”

I turned around to see Nona waving in my direction. I can’t help but let the smile spread all over my face.

Wait.

She can speak?!?

“Niall,” she mentioned my name again and I can’t just erase the grin on my face; putting my question at the back of my head.

“Nona, what’s up?” I asked snaking my arms to her waist.

Woah, Niall! What a move?!?

“Nothing,” she smiled and I didn’t realized, not ‘til now, that she was playing the nape of my hair.

My eyes drifted down to her lips and I can’t help but to lick my own. Her pink lips are truly kissable but I don’t know if I could—

“Why are you licking your lips like that?” Nona asked getting out of my thoughts. Then she bit her lower lip that drove me crazy; really crazy.

“Can I…” I trailed off.

“Can you what?” she eager me to continue.

“… Kiss you?” I finally said it.

I thought she would let her eyebrows furrow but she giggled, “Sing first your solo on that song.”

And I’m the one who furrowed my own eyebrows.

“The song.” She simply said.

It took me a second that she’s talking about the song, “Kiss You”; yes, our song.

I chuckled and so did she.

“Should I really do that?” I asked, still chuckling.

“Silly. I’m kidding.” She then grabbed the back of my head and I leaned down to kiss her.

Our lips are millimeter away from each other when Nona put her hands from the back of my neck down to my biceps then shook me.

“Nona, what the—” I’m about to ask what’s the matter but she cut me off.

 “Wake up.” She said.

“Huh?” what’s going on?

“Wake up, Niall.” Her voice became masculine that my eyes widened.

“Wake up. Niall, wake up. We’re here.”

I opened my eyes to see Preston’s face is inches away from me. And I swear I shoot up to my seat and screamed in my highest pitch.

“Fuck, Preston. You’re trying to kill me.” I cursed at the same time I groaned since I missed kissing Nona in my dreams.

Oh my god. What am I even thinking? I’m annoyed of not able to kiss Nona in my dream. What the—?! Did I’ve gone mental? It’s not that I’ve got something with Nona. I don’t even fancy her…

Do I?

“Niall, I didn’t know you got this girly side.” I saw how Preston shook his head in amusement.

“If you didn’t put your face near me, I won’t freak out.” I muttered.

Then I just noticed that the black-head girl in my dream was laughing silently beside me. I mean silently, she’s covering her mouth as if she’s keeping her laughter to get out of her. I wonder how she sounds when laughing. Dreaming about her talking seems so real. Does she really sound like that? I wish I would know.