I met him on the X-Factor. It was my second time on the show, last time they let me go at the judges houses. But this time was better. I thought... My audition was really good and I got trough bootcamp! But then the moment came... They didn't say my name and I didn't even get to the judges houses...
Right after I went outside with my suitcase, crying, Niall came over to me, also crying, and hugged me. "I'm out too. Sucks huh?" "Yeah. It sucks." was my answer. We were both sobbing. "Bye! I hope I will see you another time!" were the last words he said to me. This very moment I knew I loved him, and I still haven't seen him. Until today.
I'm half-asleep when I hear my alarm clock buzzin'. I throw my sock at the annoying thing. "Yeah I get it! I have to get up! You annoying little shit!" I yell. I stretch my arms before crawling out of my cosy bed. With my eyes barely open I walk towards the kitchen. I grab a bowl, some milk and the box with Honey Pops in it. When I've finished my breaksfast I look at my clock. It says 8.30 am. 8.30... Then I realize... CRAP I'M LATE!
I run to my bathroom, get out of my boxers and take a 1 minute long shower. I rush into my clothes, grab my bag, run out of the door, open my car and start it. Wait a minute... It doesn't start... "Shit, shit, shiiiiiiit!" I yell, again.
A blonde guy knocks on my car window. He looks so familiar... "You alright buddy? Seems like you're in a hurry." he says with a thick Irish accent. He adds a wink.
"I'm reallyyy late for work and my car won't start. To answer your question: no I'm not alright." He smiles.
"My car is a bit down the street. Where do you work? I can give you a ride if you want."
"I work at Starbucks. If it doesn't bother you, yes please! By the way: do we know each other? I feel like I know you, but I haven't seen you here." I could't help it. I had to ask. A second later it hits me.
It's Niall.
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Strange Love [ A Niam Fanfiction ]
FanfictionI'm a 20 year old boy named Liam Payne. I live in London, but I'm born and raised in Wolverhampton. Lots of girls fancy me because I "look good" (well I don't think so) and because I'm really nice and kind (that's true though) but to bad for them: I...