A Chance Meeting (1D)

Falling for Niall Horan

Nicola’s P.O.V

Words can’t explain how unbelievably excited I am right now! I have wanted to come to Ireland since, well, since I had a small (okay maybe not small…) obsession with One Direction… I’d already been to England so that was ticked off my list, but I needed to visit Niall’s home country, after all it’s only fair to him. So here I am, getting ready in a freaking mansion, to go clubbing in Dublin, with my best friend. I can die a happy woman. No actually scratch that I have written on my bucket list that I am to marry 1/5 of One direction (I don’t give a shit who it is) so I’ll have to work on that one, oh and I also have to meet Taylor Swift (No biggie).

“What one do you think I should wear?” I ask Kate while holding up my two favourite dresses of all time.

“The black one.” She says pointing to the strapless black dress in my left hand.

“Really? Are you sure? I was thinking the yellow one…” I say look down at my yellow summer dress in my right hand.

“Nicola, don’t get me wrong, it’s cute, but cute is not what we’re aiming for. Now the black dress it’s sexy!” she laughs coming over and dancing next to me.

“Alright I’ll wear the black one.” I laugh while walking away and into the bathroom to get changed.

I emerge from the bathroom to see that Kate had gotten changed as well and boy did she look amazing! She was wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress that hugged her figure, it’s strapless as well and came to about mid- thigh.

“Damn Kate! You’ll be breaking some Irish hearts tonight!” I exclaim.

“Yeah right… Speak for yourself! You look stunning!” She says quickly turning the compliment back on me. When will this girl ever learn? She’s been like this her entire life, finding it extraordinarly difficult except a compliment!

“Why thankyou Kate!” I mock giving her a curtsey.

“What shoes are you going to wear? If you need some I’ve got plenty.” Kate says

“I was just gonna wear my cons…” I say, backing down when I see the look she gives me. Apparently I won’t be wearing my cons.

Without a word she grabs my arm and pulls we down the hall and into her walk in wardrobe, where I was greeted with, what looked to be like a million pairs of high heels!

“No, No, I refuse! I will impale myself within like five seconds of putting these on!” I exclaim while trying to back away, but her grip is solid.

“Don’t bullshit me Nicola! I’ve seen you dance in high heels before!” she says while glaring at me.

“Yes HIGH HEELS, not flacking stilettos!” I yell wide eyed, looking down at my feet and wanting to kiss them goodbye.

“There isn’t that much difference, trust me!” she says smiling at me. The funny thing is, I trust her with my life, but when it comes to thinks like my feet, no thank you!

“Okay! Okay! I’ll pick the smallest pair I can find.” I say while looking through her stack of shoes, finally finding a nice black pair that weren’t too big, but my poor feet are still going to cop a hiding.

Kate’s P.O.V.

Nicola had googled “night clubs in Dublin” and decided that “Lillie’s Bordello” sounded the best. We drove into Dublin in my Uncle’s Range Rover, me driving, because Nicola had yet again decided to have a break down at the sight of the car. She was especially fascinated with the massage chair, which caused us to get lost three times due to the fact that she wasn’t telling me the directions!