Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Twenty Four

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Twenty Four

I've never seen so many people in a mall at one time before. Or so many people screaming in a mall at one time. Everywhere I looked, there was girls. Crying, screaming, jumping, with their cameras pointed at the five idiots who were just spilling guacamole on each other. 

Niall would give me a cheeky wink now and then, but I knew not to interrupt his time with his fans.

Instead, I was trying to beat my Temple Run high score of 9 million. 

"Are you Teagan?" a giggly fan asked as approached me. I was behind Harry's chair, just sitting on the ground and chilling with Niall's iPad. 

"Yeah," I paused the game. "Hey."

"Hi," she looked kinda short on breath. "I like your shirt. Where did you get it? What kind of makup do you use? What are you playing? Is that Temple Run? Is that your favourite app?"

"Uh," I tried to remember all her questions. What were they? Oh yeah, the shirt. Niall's shirt actually. "Thanks. I got it from Niall's closest... so wherever he got it from. And I usually just use mascara. And yeah, my highscore is 9 million. Which I'm trying to beat."

"But you suck so you can't," Harry grinned as he signed about 5 CDs in 5 seconds. 

"Yeah, well you swallow," I retorted, propping my feet up on his chair. "So we're even."

"Meow," Harry's grin widened as he held out the silly string bottle he was holding, pointed at me. 

"Don't," Niall warned from beside him, also busy signing. "Or I'll make sure your curls get smothered in it." 

A few of the fans awwed as I blushed and Harry laughed.

"Do you have Niall's number?" another fan asked me. 

I laughed. "My phone broke, it was getting fixed when I left for the UK. I'm picking it up when we get to New York tomorrow though."

"Are you excited to go home?" a blonde no older than 14 asked me. 

"Yeah," I smiled. "I can't wait."

"Is that really Niall's?" a redhead asked me, gesturing at the shirt I was wearing. I nodded.

It was warm and it smelled like him. The fabric was a red and blue plaid and it was actually quite comfy. Also, I didn't feel like finding a shirt. Perfect solution.

"Teagan," Harry passed me a $5 dollar bill. "Can you go to the food court and get me a drink? Please?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But you owe me."