(A/N: hii guys! picture of Niall for this lovely evening on the side! hope you enjoy it!)
Song
Hearts Like Ours- The Naked and Famous
Niall's POV
"Niall, you need to get out more, mate. All you seem to do lately is hide out in your room and play your guitar," Liam whined in my room. The banter continued back and forth between the two of us. Finally, I decided I should go to at least one party this semester, so I might as well just get it over with now.
The room smells of marijuana and beer, obviously not the most appetizing aroma. We make our way through but within ten seconds, I've lost Liam in the sea of people in Harry's house. It was then I realized this is not what I planned to do while in college. I didn't make my parents go into debt just to party the whole time. New York City isn't the cheapest city to live and/or learn in when you're from Ireland. As soon as I landed in America, I made a promise to myself. Living in the future is the only way I'm going to make my dreams a reality. As they say, if you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere. And that's exactly how I plan on becoming a song writer. My guitar and I have been waiting and we're so close yet so far from our goal. I won't ruin it at this frat house.
Anyways, with the sudden epiphany, I make my way to the deserted backyard. I had no room to think in that crowded house.
As soon as I opened the screen door, my jaw almost fell to the floor. There are twinkling lights hung all around and a fountain that drizzles into a tiny pond beneath it. Surprisingly, the plants are in mint condition with no signs of dying anytime soon...maybe Harry has a gardening fetish now.
But, this isn't the best part. There's a hammock just beneath the lights where a beautiful girl is a mere ten feet away, stargazing with her back facing me. Her legs were crossed underneath her in the cutest way. And her hair, I could go on for days about her beautiful (Y/HC) hair that cascaded down her back. I hadn't seen her face yet, but I could just feel the beauty radiating off of her skin.
Before I walked over to her I could hear a faint humming noise. I leaned in and it turned out to be her. This girl, whose name I have yet to learn, was quietly singing to herself and I don't think I have ever heard such beautiful noises in my entire life.
"Wish I were a little girl, without the weight of the world. It would be nice to start over again, before we were men. I'd give, I'd bend, lets play pretend," the words flew off her tongue just as I decided to make my way over to her.
"Is that Lights? As in Lights Poxleitner?" I assertted.
"AH!" she screeched as she literally flipped off the hammock. Good one Horan.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I just don't like parties and I came back here and eh, I'm just so awkward I can't-"
"No, no it's really okay, but yeah that is Lights but I really should go back inside," she rushed.
"You don't need to leave. Please, please don't leave," I almost whimpered. My desperation must be dripping off of me like the oncoming sweat I started to feel under my shirt.
She gave me a questioning look before sitting back on the hammock. I nervously sat next to her and twiddled my thumbs.
"What made you sing that song?" I whispered.
"First song that came to mind-"
"You don't need to lie."
"Well, I'm obviously not your typical party girl. Strangely enough I have an admiration for all of them in there," she confessed.
"Trust me, the last thing you want to be is one of them," I faced her. Her (y/eye color) eyes glistened against the lights surrounding us.
"What's your name?" she asked, amused.
"Niall. Niall Horan. And do I get the honor of knowing the name of the girl I nearly gave a heart attack?" I chuckled.
She giggled and I couldn't help but rub my hand over hers.
"My name is (Y/N). And trust me, I wasn't scared at all," she spoke quite confidently.
"Oh yeah?" I questioned while kissing the palm of her hand.
"Very nice to meet you, (Y/N)," I whispered.
She smiled to me and I gave her my dopey smile. This is the beginning of something great.
