Starstruck ↬ Niam Horayne (COMPLETED)

011| Into Paris

(Pretend that's Liam)

NIALL

Liam threw me some clothes, I was still lost in thought as I put the white tee-shirt over my head, hopefully, I don't get this messy, pulling it over my stomach. I grabbed the black ripped skinny jeans as well tugging, more like yanking, them up my thick thighs before zipping them up and buttoning them. I ran my hand through my messy unnaturally blonde hair being sure it looking okay-ish. I searched the room with my eyes for my shoes seeing they were near the bed, I went to them, "Do you have socks, Liam?" I asked, of course, he has socks, who doesn't have fucking socks. 

He nodded going over to his dresser pulling them out of the second drawer throwing them at me, I rolled my eyes putting them over my pale feet before slipping my shoes on. "Have you ever been on a jet before?" He asked as we exited his room, I shook my head, what's the difference between a jet and plane anyways. The brunette rang his parents telling them he'll be back by the end of the day, they agreed, I think. 

"To Paris?" He asked putting his hand out in front of me as he entered an elevator I took his hand hesitantly a small smile curving my lips, he pulled me into the elevator.

"To Paris," I repeated to the British pop-star. 

We entered the jet the seat white and leathery, "Woah..." I whispered sitting down a woman came up to us, a smile plastered against her lips.

"Hello, Mr. Payne, Sir," She smiled at me, I stuck my hand out with the most pleasant smile I could muster.

"Call me Niall." She nodded swiftly.

"What would ya like to eat or drink, boys?" The young flight attendant asked she swung her slick and seamless black ponytail off of her shoulder. I looked over to Liam waiting for him to answer, I've never been in a private jet before. 

"I would like a blueberry lemonade, Niall?" He asked looking at me after he ordered his drink.

"An uh..." I chewed on my bottom lip, "A cola please?" The woman nodded before hurrying off. 

The hour flight was seamless and quite relaxing as I read some magazines, it was filled with lies, Liam told me, "The government runs the news, they twist the truth completely, and make it look like us, celebrities, are mean."   

As soon as we got off the jet we hurried off to Liam's Paris house, so we wouldn't be seen by the paparazzi. He put a pair of, most likely designer, sunglasses on. I look up, "I want those, those are cute." I said pulling them off of his face and putting them on mine, "I look much, much better in them don't cha think?" I asked a smirk tugging at my lips as I glanced over at the boy in front of me. 

"Too bad, Niall," He spoke taking them off of my face, "I'll get you some." He placed them on the bridge of his nose pushing them upwards. 

"Where to first, Payne?" I questioned as we were already walking out of the house, it was much smaller than the one in London. He bit his lip thinking.

"There's this little bakery I know about, c'mon..." He told me as we entered a bright blue car. He turned up the music it was one of his songs playing, of course, he is the biggest pop star in the world. 

I nodded to the beat of the music as he started singing the song slowly I bit my lip holding back my smile, "Love me love me say that you'll love me." I sang loudly we both laughed singing along to the song. 

He stopped at a little shop it was brown, it was cute little shop, "He got out of the car, you coming or what loser?" He teased with a laugh, I bit my lip rolling eyes a smile on my face the whole time.

"Whatever, loser."