Flying in Love (a Niall Horan fan fic)

Chapter 8

I stay still in my spot and watch as Niall disappears into a huge wave of fans. I really hope we can meet up soon.




As I walk towards the baggage claim, I re-read the text that my dad sent me a few minutes ago. I'm supposed to be at B1, same as the actual gate that I was supposed to be at.




Walking through the Ireland airport was weird. Mostly everyone spoke with the same beautiful accent as Niall. But, somehow his was still better.




As I walk over to B1, I can't find my dad. I take out my phone and text my dad. *Heyy dad. I just got to the baggage claim. Where r u?* I text him. after a few minutes, my phone beeps. *We just got at the baggage claim. Where r u?* I read the text over and over before looking up and skimming the crowd of people. No dad...no brother. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Not to me! Not again! Haven't I been through enough?




*Which airport r u at?* I type hoping I'm just at the wrong baggage claim. My hopes are gone after I read his response.*Dublin airport* . rrgh.


*Okay, I'll catch a taxi.* I reply. *That's fine by me. But r u sure u don't want us to pick u up?* As much as I want him to, my fingers type my response for me. *No* As soon as I press send, I try to cancel the message. How do you cancel messages on your iPhone anyway?




I walk outside and dial my dad's number to ask him to pick me up. As I bring the phone up to my ear, I hear footsteps running after me. I tun around as quickly as I can. Niall?




I fall to the ground and bring my hands to my head. Wow that hurt. I look up and see a hand out in front of me as a gesture to pick me up. "Thanks." I mumble. "No problem. What are you doing out here? Where's your dad?" He asks quickly. "They're at a dif.." I am cut off by his hand covering my mouth. He wrapped his arm around me and dragged me to the alley next to the airport. "shhhhhh!" he says into my ear. The next thing I know, a bunch of teenage girls run past the alley. Niall takes his hand off my mouth and turned me around to face him.




"Thank you so much for being quiet. So what were you saying?" he asks with his wonderful accent. "My dad and brother are at Dublin airport. Oh my god!" I say while running back into the airport to look for my phone.


That's when I see it. My phone is sitting on the floor with a huge crack covering the screen. I run over to it and try to turn it on. The screen turns on and flashes with black and white lines. Great!




"I'm so sorry!" a familiar voice says behind me. I look back and see Niall kneeling one knee. "It's fine." I reply not meaning it."No! Seriously! I know how expensive those are." Niall says trying to make me somehow feel better. "It's okay." I say meaner than I wanted to. I took my phone and stood up. When I turn to look at Niall, I noticed his hood was up, he was wearing sun glasses, and his hair was all messed up. Wow, I really get distracted sometimes. How did I not notice this when I turned to look at him earlier?




"You can catch a ride with me to the airport if you want." He suggests. "Really?!" I ask knowing the answer. "Well yeah, it's the least I could do. If you know what I mean." He says talking about my phone. "Okay!" I say without thinking.




We walk out of he airport and to his black Cadillac. Before I can open the door, Niall's hand moves on top of mine and opens it for me. "What a gentleman!" I tell him sarcastically while climbing into the car. "Thanks m'lady" He says.




I wait in my seat frozen while waiting for him to get in. "What?" his voice startles me. I flinch and look over at him. "When did you get in the car?" I ask. "About 2 minutes ago." he shrugs. " Oh." I say confused. "Got a lot on your mind?" he asked."I guess so." I laugh and he joins in.




As we pull out of the driveway he starts asking me about myself. What's my favorite color, song, hobby, dessert,restaurant, and subject. Before I know it, we're at the airport. "Do you want me to go inside with you?" he asks. "No. I mean you can if you want but I don't want you to be mobbed by fans." I tell him. "How sweet! Well just call or text me if you...oh, never mind." He says sadly. "Hey! Don't feel bad!" I tell him while putting my hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at me and smiled while grabbing a pen from the pocket of the car. He took my hand and started scribbling on it. "What are you doing?" I ask curiously. "Just call me when you get to your new house. Maybe we could hang out later?" he explains. "Ya!...I'd like that." I say. "I'll see you soon then?" "Umm, sure." I reply right after him. I open the door to the car and look back at him. Before I can change my mind I kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks... for everything." I say to break the awkwardness. "N-no problem," he stutters.




I blush and jump out of the car. What did I just do. Did I just ruin everything?