What If: A Niall Horan Fanfic

What If Chapter 18

Ch. 18

5, 4, 3, 0 Yeah! That was the noise I woke up to. It was February 2, 2013. My stomach was growling like some sort of angry animal and my mouth was dry. Ugh. I roll over to my stomach and look at the clock. 8:17 A.M blinked in green on the screen. It was a snowy morning anyways. Good day to sleep. I grabbed my continuously ringing phone off of my bedside table. I looked at it. NIALL: Morning babe! Hope your awake! Landed back in Ireland. Got internet again! Skype? Text me back! Miss you tons! xxxx

I rolled myself out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. I changed into my NYPD hoodie and a pair of zebra print yoga pants. Brushed my hair and teeth, made sure I looked decent. Then, I texted him back: Miss you to :( and of course!! xxxx

About 30 seconds later, my skype was ringing. I took a deep breath again, not sure of what to expect. I slowly clicked the accept button and there he was. Blonde messy hair, pale blue eyes, his UCLA sweatshirt, in a hotel room. I smiled. 

“Harry, get out your naked!” Niall shouted.

“Hello love!” I said to him.

“Babe!! AHH! How are you!? What’s new? You feel ok? Ready for your procedure? How’s school? I MISS YOU!” 

Words just lowed out of his mouth like it was nothing. I answered all of his questions in order and we just started talking. About half way through the conversation, he ate 7 bags of chips, one slice of pizza, 5 chocolates and 2 sodas. Gah, I missed him! My friends noticed that I’m not as happy anymore, yeah, well I miss Niall, I’m not the same without him.

“I wish I was right there with you.. the fans have been askin about you, princess,” he tells me. 

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” I reply. It was late afternoon in Ireland even though it was an early, frosty morning here. I could here the soft pitter patter of the rain on the windowsill he was sitting next, too.After an hour and a half of talking  about random crap, he needed to go to rehearsals for tonight’s concert. I’m just still happy I got to see him. 18 more days until he and the boys are back in Connecticut. 18 days.

Niall’s POV

Bored as hell. Missing Olivia tons. I need to see her, so, I take out the slip of paper that she gave me with everything on it. Yay, she has a skype! Hmm.. should I call her, text her, or just skype her, I debate with myself. I still have the bracelet she gave me on my right wrist. I never took it off. I’m groggy without her, my mind doesn’t work clearly, some days, I’m not as hyper. So, I take out my phone and type: Morning babe! Hope your awake! Landed back in Ireland. Got internet again! Skype? Text me back! Miss you tons! xxxx

It’s been 5 minutes...Why is she taking so long to reply? Is she hurt, or, dead? No, no, no I’m over exaggerating, she’s probably still sleeping. Yeah..

I look over to the door, it’s still super dark in our hotel room, even though it’s 1 in the afternoon. We had to keep our blinds and windows closed, so that’s probably why. Harry barges into my room naked. I laugh. Liam’s chasing after him with a pair of clothes. 

“Hazza, put on some boxers at least, we’re in a public place...”  

“It’s so liberating though..”

Liam gives up and I say, “Hey, nothing out of the usual.”

My phone starts to vibrate with Harry still in my room. 

“Is that your girlfriend,” he smiles.

I look down at the bright, little screen of my iPhone. It read: Miss you too :( and of course!! xxxx

Almost instantaneously, I hop on my laptop and start a skype session with her. Realizing  Harry was still here, naked, I told him to get out, not realizing Olivia had already accepted my invitation. As soon as I saw her dark brown hair, her beaming smile, her eyes, my heart started beating faster and faster. 

“Babe!! AHH! How are you!? What’s new? You feel ok? Ready for your procedure? How’s school? I MISS YOU!” These words just flew out of my mouth. I’m so excited. 

She answered all of these questions in order, told me everything that’s new, how she got straight A’s on her report card, and, how the doctors told her the tumor doesn’t look like that big of a deal. That was relieving. Times a thousand. 

We talked about random things then  the boys came into my room to say hi. Zayn had pointed out that I had eaten  4 bags of chips, one slice of pizza, 5 chocolates and 2 sodas. “I’m a hungry boy!” I tell him. 

When they leave, I tell her that I can’t wait to see her again.

“It’s not the same without you, I miss you..”

“I wish I was right there with you.. the fans have been askin about you, princess,” I tell her.

“I’m ok, don’t worry!”

“No, I mean like, they asked me how long until the wedding,” I look up to see her smiling, and I continue, “SO, I told them that as soon as you turn legal!” 

She laughs. 

“No, I’m serious, I found my soulmate,” I tell her smiling.

“Then, I’d be happy to!”

18 more days. 18 more until I see her again. 18 more days until I’m myself again.