Niall Horan Imagines

I Will See You Again

I screamed at the top of my lungs and waved my hand. Jennelle's (your friend's) scream sounded off in my right ear. 

They were all RIGHT THERE. 

They waved at us. Zayn stepped on the bus behind Louis. 

Tears started to fill my eyes. They were right there and I couldn't do anything. 

The restraining fence was cold underneath my fingers. Harry suddenly walked up and signed a few autographs. Jennelle screeched as he signed hers. His hand touched hers and lingered there for a moment. They looked into each others eyes and smiled. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. 

Fans screamed in protest while I awed in wonder. 

He smiled at her and handed her a small piece of paper. She clutched it to herself and let out a sigh. Her face was bright and amazed. 

My heart broke. It was so amazing that that happened to her, but couldn't something happen to me too?

Liam and Niall walked out of the building, pushing each other playfully and laughing. 

My eyes rested on them and my heart wanted to break my ribs apart. 

A smile spread across my face and I couldn't move from my position. 

"Wait, wait," Niall said audibly, only a few yards away from me. He stopped Liam with his hand. Niall's eyes searched the crowd. 

The girls behind me screamed, "HE'S LOOKING FOR HIS PRINCESS!" and nonsense like that. 

"What is it Niall?" Liam asked. Niall's face was blank as he looked at the crowd. He kept looking behind me, never directly at me. I just stood there smiling like an idiot. 

He suddenly walked closer. He stood on his tiptoes and scanned the crowd over and over. He lost his balance and steadied himself on the fence. When he stood flat on his feet, he only beat me by a few inches. 

His hands landed right on mine and he flinched. 

His eyes met mine. "Oh sorry…" his sentence trailed off. The screaming was drowned out from behind me. 

His beautiful blues eyes had never been this amazing–or this close–before. 

He had never moved his hands, and he took mine in his. He smiled at me and I melted under his touch. 

"What's your name?" He asked. The girls behind me raked my back with their nails, literally clawing for attention. 

"(Y/N)," I said, my voice cracking. 

His eyes never left mine. Liam slowly walked up to Niall, looking at me. Out of my peripheral vision, I think Liam looked at Niall, then back at me, and smiled. 

"Harry!" Liam called, running back to the bus. 

When Niall finally looked away, he reached out and took a marker from a fan. She screamed and laughed. 

The girls behind me started pounding on my back, screaming in my ear things like "You're horrible!" "I hate you!" and "Get away from my baby!" 

Niall scribbled something on my hand and I giggled. It had tickled. 

He smiled at me and gave the marker back. I looked down at my hand and saw ten blue numbers on my palm. My smile widened and he took my hands again. I felt like time was slower than frozen molasses, but I never wanted it to stop. 

The pounding and scratching on my back was starting to hurt as a girl tried to squeeze her way past me. 

Her minute hands grabbed my right arm as she ducked under my arm and in front of me. She quickly turned and shoved her teensy fingers against my chest, and she was surprisingly strong. She looked like a seven year old, with her brown hair in a ponytail. Her hideous sparkly blue eye shadow looked like it came from a children's makeup kit. Her force pushed me downwards and my back hit the concrete as the girls behind me backed up. Jennelle rushed to my side, but was quickly reprimanded by all the people around me.