The girls finally catch up to us and I'm prepared to destroy their dreams.
"Um. Excuse me, miss?"
"Yes?" I ask and turn around.
"Do you happen to be talking to Niall James Horan from the British/Irish international pop boy band, One Direction?"
"No. I'm sorry. This is my boyfriend Neil and we're just walking around town."
"Neil sounds really close to Niall. He does look a lot like Niall. Does he have an Irish accent?"
"I--" Niall starts.
"No. He doesn't. He just can't talk at the moment because he's jinxed."
"Well then un-jinx him!"
"No! I want a soda!"
"Ugh! If you guys really are together...then why aren't you even holding hands?"
"You want me to prove to you that we are together?"
"Yes! That's the only way that we will believe that NEIL is NOT Niall James Horan."
"Okay. Fine. But you're young. You will be witnessing PG-13 stuff."
"So! I've seen R rated movies."
"Well then!" I say. I pull Niall towards me by his shirt. I look at him to make sure he knows that he has to play along. Then I lean my head up so that my lips touch his. At first we are in shock, then something stirs up inside of us. The kiss becomes more passionate and faster, like we can't get enough of each other. His tongue parts my lips, asking for access. I grant him access and we share the most passionate kiss that I have ever had. I start to run out of breath, but I don't want to stop kissing him. I need to breathe. I pull away and rest my head in the crook of his neck. I'm so drained of any ounce of energy that I had. Niall pulls me closer to him by my waist and we hold that position for a while.
"That was amazing Niall," I breathe out into his neck.
"I feel the same way, Skyler."
Then I hear a gasp and multiple squeals. Shit. I forgot that girl and her little possy were still standing in front of us.
"I knew it! I knew-knew it!" The girl screams.
I pull out of Niall's neck and tell her to shut up. Niall wraps his arm around my waist so that I can face the children but still have contact with him.
"Why were you lying to us about Niall?" The girl asked.
"Because no one except me knows that they are here."
"Wait, they? Are all members of One Direction here?!?!" She squeals.
"Shi--shoot! Um ya they are...you can't say anything though!"
"Why can't I? And why wouldn't I? I could meet all of them and not have to leave my own town!"
"Because! I--I--don't know..."
"It's because we are supposed to be in New York City. We lied to management and went to her house. Management can't know that we lied to them. That's why we need you guys to keep quiet."
The girl looks like she is about to pass out because Niall was just talking to her. How great is that? It's not. Not even close. Who knows what she did/didn't hear?
"Will you keep your mouths' shut?" I ask all the girls. I'm still grouchy from having 4 hours of sleep. I'm in no mood to deal with kids under the age of nine.
"On one condition!" The oldest looking one says. Oh great. I wonder what it is.
"What is it?"
"We have to meet all of them! Then we will keep quiet!"
I look at Niall. This can't happen. Niall is the only member awake, at least when we left that was the case.
"How about just Niall? The rest of the guys are still sleeping..." I trail off.
"Aww. Okay. But then he has to follow us on twitter!" She says. Goodness, she's demanding.
"Fine." Niall grumbles. "Give me your users and I'll follow you guys later."
"Okay. Here!" She says as she hands him their usernames. Who has their Twitter usernames conveniently written down on a piece of paper?
The girl hands me her phone and tells me to take the pictures. She told Niall to take off his hat and sunglasses, but he only took off his sunglasses. That really bothered her, but she couldn't say anything else because her and her friends were getting enough from him and I. I was taking all the pictures for Pete's sake. The oldest more bossy one got like 10 pictures with him; all different poses too. To be honest, I was a bit jealous because I don't even have one picture with Niall and this little nine year old has over ten. Her friends only wanted one good one with Niall and I like them way better than their friend because of that fact. I notice that the girls have little notebooks and markers in their hands so I tell Niall to sign them for the girl's friends. I guess the oldest girl didn't grab a notebook or anything, so she gets left out. Not like I would want her to have an autograph from Niall anyway.
Finally the girls go back to their apartment to go back to sleep and now Niall and I are alone again. Niall pulls me by my waist to bring us closer and I look up at him.
"That kiss. It was amazing." He simply states.
"It was. Would you want to repeat it?" I ask with a devilish smirk. He grins back at me and leans down to kiss me. I lift my head up so he doesn't have to lean down too far. This kiss was even better than the first one, but this time it got more heated. He pushed me against a tree and made me jump up so I can wrap my legs around his hips. This made us the same height which made the kiss even more pleasurable. I was clawing at his shirt and he was clawing at mine.
It was like we were in our own little world. Like we weren't in public at all. Public. PUBLIC! Oh shit! I stop kissing Niall and he notices. He pulls away and looks at me with so much sorrow in his big blue eyes.
"Skyler. What's wrong? Why'd you stop? Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry. I-I-I" Niall stutters and runs a hand through his messy gold locks. I cut him off.
"It's not that, Niall. I was perfectly comfortable. I didn't want to stop kissing you. I still want to kiss you, but we are in public. What if someone with a camera catches us? Management will find out that you lied. Plus, we're not even boyfriend and girlfriend, why are we doing this if we're not even together?"
"Oh. I see your point now. Thanks for protecting me from management, but..... Skyler? Will you do me the honor and be my girlfriend? I've wanted you to be mine since Lou showed me your twitter icon and I want you to be mine more than ever now. Will you please be mine?"
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It All Started With Lou
FanfictionWhat do you do when Lou Teasedale, One Direction's hairstylist, follows you on Twitter? What happens when you DM her once for advice...?