The Fangirl // Horan [temporarily on hold]

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Niall takes me back to his house.

I go to his house.

God, why does this boy gives me so many feels?

After I pick up the Harry Potter series for him, he directs me to an apartment block about a half hour from campus.

"This is where you live?" I say, looking at him.

"You don't like it?"

"Oh, no. I do. Seriously."

And I do. It is not where I pictured Niall Horan living, but it seems perfect for my Niall.

I'm just terrified.

I will be in his house.

Well, his apartment.

But still.

His house.

He notices me looking...well, petrified, and he says, "Charlie, you look like I'm going to rape you. I'm just showing you where I live."

I squeak.

"Come on," he sighs, getting out of the car, taking his bag of books with him.

I'm worried that he's mad at me, but once I'm out of Graham too, he takes my hand again, saying, "Sorry. You don't have to come in if you don't want to."

"I do," I say, breathlessly. "No, Niall. Really."

"If you're sure," he says, concerned, but I nod. "Let's go," I tell him.

So we do. He uses his key (I laugh when I see that it's bright purple) to open the front door and he leads me across the lobby. It's nice inside but not too fancy.

He takes me up in the elevator. His apartment is on the second floor.

As he unlocks the door to apartment 2H, my breath catches in my throat.

But once we're in, relief washes over me. It looks just like a normal apartment, slightly messy but not gross.

What was I even expecting? Bodyguards, celebrities lounging on the yellow sofa, mirrors with lights around them?

"Do you like it?" asks Niall anxiously.

"It's perfect, Niall." And it is. It's perfect for Niall. It's...just yes.

"Really?" he says, lighting up.

"Really," I assure him.

"Well, you sit down. I'll be back in a minute."

He disappears through a door. I uncertainly sink down onto the dandelion coloured sofa. I fiddle with the hem of my shirt for a few moments, and look around. There is an Imagine Dragons poster on the wall.

Niall comes back into the room, holding two plastic cups. "Here," he smiles, offering one to me.

"What is it?" I look at it and realise.

He gave me a Slurpee.

And a strawberry one, too.

"You got me a Slurpee."