The Sighting At Starbucks(One Direction-Niall Horan- FanFic)

Lock-and-key (Filler chapter, but more to come)

Harry's eyes stay glued to the door, and to be completely honest about the situation: 

If I were Harry, one of the most famous guys of my time, and a girl, a rather skimpily dressed very good looking girl had just denied me for attention... I would be drawn too. 

He can't help it, it's human nature. 

"Mate, if you wouldn't mind wiping the fountian of drool streaming from your face? You're going to fill the room if you don't quit soon." 

"Oh, bite me, Liam." 

Liam rolls his eyes and continies to do his press-ups. 

"So." Niall looks down at me, "Care to take a walk through the stadium?" 

"Don't you go on soon?" 

He quirks an eyebrow, "Not for a couple of hours. We had just gotten done with soundcheck when you called, actually." 

"Well, I would love to see a tour." 

He smiles brightly with his newly brace-free teeth, "Wonderful." 

We start to walk out the door when a sweet voice calls out, "Do you mind if I tag along? It's quite boring in here, watching Liam work himself out, and Harry check himself out." Louis catches up to us quickly and smiles a cheery smile, "I promise not to make you feel uncomfortable maybe." 

My eyebrow shoots up on impluse, "Maybe?" 

He stares down at me, "Maybe." Just as he says that, the distance between his 5' 9" self and my 5' 2" self seems everpresent, and growing. 

Is it possible for somebody to grow 8 feet in twenty seconds? 

I can't help it when I blurt out, "You're scary." 

The sides of his lips start to curl up, but quickly contain themselves back into the narrow line they'd previously been pressed into, "Good." 

Niall grabs me by the shoulders and starts to once again lead me out of the room, "If you're going to scare my guest, then you may not come.

Louis, facing the both of us, walking backwards, pretends to seal his lips like a zipper and throw the key away.

I grab the air in the general direction that he had thrown the key, "I'll be keeping that," I put the imaginary key in my imaginary pocket of my not-so-imaginarily whore dress, "Just incase."

Louis winks at me before turning around and throwing his arm over our shoulders.  

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Oh hey! Yeah, you there! 

That one that's been waiting patiently while I sit here with writers block. 

You're awesome. 

And also deserve a cookie. 

You know what else you deserve? 

A really good chapter that's not a month later. 

I'll get back to you on that. 

Pinkky swear!

(Also: If anybody has any type of feedback on what to do in this book.. It would be like, greatly appreiated. I would love you forever... Drop me a message. Feel free!) 

-Nottheirishaverage.