Nightmare

Prologue.

His eyes wandered around the room, taking everything in. Nothing could escape Niall Horan.

He saw the couple that sneaked away, unable to unglue their mouths. He saw the boy that was falling asleep, only to be woken rudely by his mother so that he listened to the speech. He saw the bartender knocking back a shot of gin and stashing the empty glass behind the bar. Smirking, he turned back to the speech, satisfied. He was still in charge. He saw and knew everything.

Suddenly a flash of red hair caught his eye. He turned and saw a girl his age sitting down in her seat. She had a teeny tiny black dress on and Niall suddenly found himself wondering how long it would take him to get it off her. He ran a hand through his hair, pushed off the wall and slid into the seat beside her. 

“And who might you be?” He said, knowing his accent would make her pay attention. She looked over at him, a smile playing on her lips. God, she was beautiful. But not in an ordinary way. She looked… dangerous, almost. She had piercing green eyes, straight red hair that was in an elegant side ponytail, revealing a smooth soft back that made Niall crave touching her. She took a long sip of her martini and set the glass down carefully. Then she looked at Niall. 

“I’m your worst nightmare.”

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This is not a new fanfiction, I started it on my fandom tumblr a while back but never got around yo continuing it, so why not post it here? I hope you like it, dear readers (: