Hiding and Sacrifice (Niall Horan)

Chapter ONE

Note that this story will be on the third person perspective.

Darla was sleeping, snoring and enjoying the harmony of music and her hopping around the grass in her dreams. She smiles at her sleep as in her dream, she is smelling a rose that fits perfectly in her hand. Suddenly, the soft harmony became a loud, metal music. She immediately jumped off her feet and even bumping the cabinet beside her with a great force that made her slam face first out on the bed. She rubbed her face as she get on to her feet. She grunted. Well, it wouldn't be expected that after that beautiful dream she will face the floor. Literally.

After Darla got out of her foot from her face-the-floor moment, she looked at the mirror to see if her nose is still perfectly sharp and well and yes it is. Her nose is the first thing she would look at if she ever got in an accident including her nose because it is her favorite part. She loves it's thinness and the perfectly sharpness of her nose like it has been carved carefully.

She has been carried on to looking at her nose at every angle so much that she forgot she has a work that will start in ten minutes. She looked at the clock to know what time is it and saw that it would be just ten minutes left. It didn't sink in at first but then afterwards she realized it quickly. She stumbled on her feet going to the bathroom and she is like a person trying to catch a cheetah in her hurry. She brushed and took a bath fast and immediately went on her room to get dressed.

Darla was very hurrying so much that she didn't even know that the shirt she put on to work, because her work doesn't require uniforms, is a tank top that is a gift for her cousin and she doesn't like wearing it since she got a big mole near her right armpit. She didn't even take a breakfast and just hurried on to her car and luckily, no, not luckily, her parents aren't around during that time. It isn't considered as a luck because her parents are always getting off the house early to work something on their company. The cons of having workaholic parents. Well, are there ang pros in it if they are very workaholic that they don't even give attention to their sons or daughters? Well, none and that's the type of people Darla's parents are. Very workaholic.

Three minutes left and her work would start. She shouldn't get late especially her boss is really strict when it comes to being late. She looked at her watch. Two minutes and finally, she is now at the office entrance. She isn't working at her parents' company because her parents told her that she still doesn't have the right skill and knowledge to work there so they just sent Darla to the business partner of their parents as a computer programmer for their softwares. She ran up to the elevators and pressed all the buttons "up" fastly but then one elevator beeped and opened and she immediately hurried to go into it.

She pressed the button for the fifth floor and was just in a third floor but stopped, the door opened and a blond man in a simple red t-shirt entered. He pushed the button for the eighth floor. He sighed and he looked at Darla and raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat.

"So I guess you are one of us that will be killing all pests in this office? Huh. Never met you." he told Darla, an Irish accent visible in his voice.

Darla shot a raised eyebrow back at him and wondered what is this man saying? She looked around to see if there are any other people in the elevator but there is none.

"Um.. no. I am a computer programmer here in the company." she stated. And how come the man had a conclusion about her being a pest killer?

He let out a chuckle. "I didn't know computer programmers wear tank tops during work. Especially when they have a big mole visible." he looked around. "This company is awesome and why does it look like the elevator stopped? he looked at the floor number and saw that they are on the fourth floor and they are stuck. He kicked the elevator door.

Darla suddenly felt a pang of hit when the man said that he didn't know computer programmers wear tank tops. She looked down to see what she's wearing and it's really a tank top. She turned red in embarassment about the mole thingy. She thought that she was so dumb not noticing it, especially when there are times she felt like she was exposed. She sighed and sat down on the elevator floor.

"Well, I guess I will be spending the time here in the elevator.. with you." Darla said and her stomach rumbled. Argh! She didn't even eat breakfast yet but here she is stuck in an elevator! She covered her stomach.

The man just laughed in a soft way and sat besides Darla. He crossed his arms.

"Let's just start our conversation. I think we will be stuck here for an hour, or worst, for days." he joked in the days part.

Darla got terrified of that and hit the man's arm while frowning. "You are joking, right? We can't!"

He laughed and rubbed his arm. "Of course I am joking! I never thought I would meet someone lower than my sense of humor." he said, still laughing.

"I really have a great sense of humor but for these serious matters, it is not the one to be joked around." she said. "And plus, I am nervous."

The man just nodded slowly and wondered why is she nervous because it's not like they won't get out of the elevator but he just shook it off. "I'm Niall Horan, by the way." Niall said while smiling and offered his hand for a shake.

Darla shook it. "Darla Saula." she said while smiling.

"Do you like my shirt?" Niall randomly asked because he can't think of any other topics beside that and plus, it will be good for him to see if a person likes his shirt, even though it's just only one person.

Darla shook her head. "Nope." she answered, emphasizing the 'p'.

Niall pouted. "But.. but.. why?"

Darla found him cute so she kinda blushed but she hid it by scratching her cheeks. "I dislike color red because it is the color of blood and I dislike blood." she stated like it was so obvious.

Niall nodded. "Oh, now I see." and his face beamed up like a kid being in the candy heaven. "Now I know what we are going to do! Let's just say random facts about each other! I'll start. I love playing the guitar."

Darla smiled. "Really? I love playing the guitar, too! Let's compete when we meet again and we have our guitar with us."

"Sure! Even though I know I will be the one to win."

Darla just snickered. "Don't be sure, boy." they laughed together. "I like food."

"Of course, who doesn't?" Niall commented. "I am Irish."

Darla rolled her eyes. "You don't need to tell me. It's really obvious."

They went on with the random facts stating and talking like they know each other until the elevator opened with several men standing in front of the door, looking relieved.

"Finally it opened. Sorry, ma'am and sir. There had an electrical problem." one man told them.

Darla and Niall just nodded and before Darla can go outside, Niall asked for his phone number. She gave it to him and they waved goodbye at each other as the elevator doors close in front of them.