Enchanted n.h. au

Chapter Four

Gypsy's P.O.V.

My back was flat against the wall. I enjoyed myself though, everyone looked so precious, the gowns, the suits, the setting. I sighed, sipping a glass of champagne---the waiter didn't even ask for my age. If I could stay here forever, I would. Everything seemed to sparkle with the sweet summer air.

My eyes flickered across the room, taking in the crowd. I chocked on my drink, nearly spitting it all over the floor. A boy limped slightly in my direction.  Someone wanted to come talk to me? A touch of blonde hair stuck out from a turquoise mask. His tie, which matched his mask, added a pop of color to his black and white suit. I knew who he was. He was Niall Horan, or he must've been. Girls had been following him around all night when they weren't sending daggers to the pretty girl on Zayn's arm.

I hadn't counted on this. Though I'd spent the car ride imagining what it would be like to meet him, I hadn't planned on it. I dared a glance over my shoulder. He couldn't be coming to talk to me, there was bound to be someone near me.

I stood alone.

Walk away, breathe, walk away, a voice inside whispered.

I tried to move, casually walk away, but my feet were weighted down. I was stuck. Fear and giddy clouded my mind, paralyzing my body even more as he grew closer. Picking at the hem on my dress, I stared at my feet. The shiny material of my shoes reflected the hanging lights, and I could vaguely see my reflection. I looked decent enough.

He stopped in front of me and offered a hug. A hug. I hestitated at first, unsure if he was mistaken with someone else.I walked into it.

"Um," I started, looking around everywhere, but him. "You want a hug? From me?" I asked a bit in shock.

He nodded, so I slowly walked into his arms. Did he think I was someone he knew personally?

His chin rested on my shoulder, his hands working in small circles on my back. His masculine scent was a mixture of musk a rather sporty scent. He must've thought he knew me. It was the only explanation. I mean, who would want a hug from a lonely girl in a crowded room? His embrace was quite personal for a stranger. It was a masquerade after all, to him I could be an executive's daughter. 

"It's like bottled stars, isn't it?" he asked.

I stared up at him confused. The difference in our height allowed me to admire his eyes. They were a shade of blue so similar to his mask that it looked one long strip of fabric resting in the bridge of his nose.

He motioned to my half full flute, "Tastes like bottled stars."

A small smile tugged at my lips, "yeah, I guess so," I replied, searching for his eyes.

"You haven't read it have you?"

I was unsure, at first, what he was implying. After some thought, I understood is question. I shook my head. It's not that I didn't love to read, I adored books. The only books at the orphanage were small children ones. Needless to say, I could recite every Dr. Seuss book on Earth.

"Well, ya should. It's called, hold on give me your hand and I'll write it down for you." He took my hand in his, and scribbled down a title.

The Fault in Our Stars

"I'm Niall, by the way," he introduced himself to me, a contagious smile spread upon his lips. He stared at me, waiting. He wanted my name.

"That defeats the purpose of the mask," I pointed out. A small laugh sugar coated my worry.

"So it does, you're gonna make me wait?" he asked still holding my hand.

"I play by the rules. Unlike some people." I sent a joking glare to him.

I enjoyed his company, and he was Niall bleeding Horan but, if he found out I wasn't an actual guest, he'd probably get disgusted, call the gigantic usher, but none of that would be as terrible as the wrath of Maggie. Just the thought of her, caused my stomach to churn.

I looked around for anything calming. Spotting some saltine crackers, I gently turned away from Niall and back to the food.

An elbow brushed mine, and I saw him grabbing one of everything. I giggled slightly, but it grew into a full on laugh as his hands grew full. Passing him a plate, he let out a soft, "Thank ya." He kept piling on his plate, once it became a mountain of cheeses, meats, and chocolates.

"That's a lot of food for one guy," I commented. I was well aware of his eating habits from the teen rags I'd gotten thanks from a little help from the twins. But the amount of food, was enough for two.

"It's not just for me. Could you grab two more?" He nodded his head to the penguin like waiter. Following orders had become so natural to me, I would do almost anything I was told to do. I grabbed two from him, sending a smile of gratitude. One thing was for sure, Zayn and Perrie didn't do cheap.

Rejoining Niall, I found him balancing the gold rimmed plate in one hand, and offering his other two me. I wasn't hesitant in taking it, if anything I was too quick; I looked too needy, clingy even. He lead me through the sea of people, and into the cool hall of a stair case.

Looking back over my shoulder, I searched for the twins. "Where are we going?" I asked blushing. I could hear the improperness of my London accent breaking through.

"Balcony," he stated sending a glance my way. "That is, if you want too." The offer was tempting.

If this night was a dream, I wouldn't want to wake up and regret not finishing it. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the backs of the twins, surrounded by a group of girls. They'd be fine.

"Yeah," I said softly, but with each heart beat I grew stronger, "I'd like that."

Niall smiled as he lead me up the stairs. The pulse of the music could be felt under our feet as we stepped out into the warm night air. A breeze whipped at my arm, coming dangerously close to giving me my Marilyn Monroe moment.

Sitting down, he placed the plate between us. Leaning back, resting on his palms, he whispered, "look at how many there are."

"Yeah," I whispered afraid to break the scared silence of the night. Stars shown down on us painting a picture in the sky.

As we laid on our backs, I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of London in summer. When this night ended, I wanted to remember every detail. His hand brushed against mine. His callouses tickled roughly, the result of years of playing.

"So, you're going to make me wait until midnight?" he asked his head turning to face me.

I mouthed a yeah, content on staring at his smile forever.

Little did I remember, I was supposed to meet the twins at eleven.

a/n : Hey, what do you guys think? Still good?