The Fangirl // Horan [temporarily on hold]

Chapter 6

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @HumpingStylesInACar because you were my first real fan! Thank you and I love you!

Even after that night at the library, Niall still wants to see me.

I know this because a week later, at the end of October, he shows up at the door of Dorm 22.

I am sitting at the desk, writing some of my Harry Potter fanfic, sipping a bottle of water. Mina is actually working for once, scribbling away at some essay.

There is a knock on the door. "Can you get that?" I ask over my shoulder. "I'm kinda busy."

"Charlie, you're not busy. Get the fucking door."

I sigh and get up. Ugh. Effort.

I pad over to the door in my bare feet, and open the green painted door.

Niall is standing there, wearing a yellow t-shirt, jeans and a shy smile. "Hi," he says.

I almost slam the door in his face, but I don't. I just stand there, gaping. I look like shit, for one thing. I have no classes today, so I'm still in my pyjamas, a baggy white t-shirt at least two sizes too big, One Direction pyjama pants (of all things) and bare feet with purple painted toenails. My hair is in a messy ponytail, and I haven't even, like, showered yet today. It's only ten in the morning.

"Niall," I say, horrified.

"Is this a bad time? Because I can come back later." He actually looks nervous, with his hands shoved into his pockets and shuffling his feet.

"No!" I say quickly. "I mean, no, no, you can come in."

I usher him in, looking anxiously at Mina. She doesn't even look up.

"That your roommate?" Niall mouths.

I nod.

"We should...probably go somewhere else. I don't want to...bother her..." I look around frantically for clothes, any clothes.

"Nah," Mina speaks up suddenly. She jumps off her bed, still clutching her work. "I'll leave you two alone."

On her way out, I think she sends me a smile.

"So," Niall says, flopping into the swivel chair at my desk. "How are you?"

"I'm...I'm fine," I answer, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Um...why are you here?"

It comes out really rudely, and Niall looks surprised.

I shrink back, covering my mouth. "I'm sorry, that wasn't supposed to sound that rude."

"It's okay," Niall says, smiling again. "I don't really have a proper answer. I just...um...wanted to see you."

He smiles nervously at me. I just blink rapidly.

What the actual fuck?

"You...wanted to see...me?" I repeat, not sure if I heard right.

"Yeah," Niall replies. "Is...is that okay?"

"Yes, yes it's okay," I assure him shyly. Then I giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asks, amused.

"You want to see me," I say. "You want to see me. No one wants to see me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm...I don't know...me."

"Well, I like you."

I like you I like you I like you.

"I like you too," I say, going pink.

"You blush a lot, you know that?" He laughs.