Love at First Taxi Ride?

[2] PMSing

A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS ONLY 2 PAGES LONG... I WAS AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PERSON SO I PUT A 2 PAGE LONG AUTHORS NOTE W/ LYRICS! HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!!

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The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. I didn't run into anymore random famous people in the street, I didn't have any sort of drama actually. I just skipped work, after telling them I wasn't coming of course, and went home. I walked home though; I wasn't in the mood to have any more taxi run-ins. I am just about to sit down on my bed to take a nap when the doorbell rings. Great! The one day I don't want to see anyone, someone shows up! No one ever shows up at my house, come to think of it, I don't even think my parents have been in here yet. I slowly make my way to the front and unlock it. I open to reveal someone I would never expect to see. His gorgeous blue eyes pierce my dull hazel ones. Then he spoke. His gorgeous accent filling up my ears, making me shiver.

"Hello. I'm Niall."

"I know who you are," I say with a harsher tone then I meant.

"Well, then I guess you kind of know why I am here then, right?" I nod, "May I come in?" I nod again, opening the door wider, so there is enough space for him to walk through. I close the door behind him and lead him to the living room. I sit on the couch and he sits on the chair across from me. For the first few minutes we just sit there, staring at each other, in complete silence.

"So, you came here to tell me something then?" I ask, getting quite bored of the deafening silence. He nods.

"I'm sorry for just staring, but when Harry told us that you were pretty I didn't expect you to be drop dead gorgeous," my face turns a crimson red and he continues, "You are all Harry could talk about when he got home. Well, not really home, but you get the point. I, being the curious person I am, needed to find out who you were. When he mentioned something about hearing where you worked while on the phone, I set out. Being famous has its perks,” he finished with a smirk. Was Harry close enough to hear where I worked? I didn’t think that I was talking that loud.

“So, your best friend talks about a girl and you start stalking her?” he nods.

“I had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer or something,” I laugh.

“Well technically I am. I kill cereal almost every morning,” he starts laughing and I soon join in.

“A girl who can make jokes about food, I approve!” I start laughing even harder. I was expecting Niall to be more like Harry, pushy, rude and egotistical. After calming myself down, I go to the kitchen to get us some drinks. When I come back I see Niall on the phone. I know that I shouldn’t listen, but I can’t help it!

“Dude! Chill out! I haven’t asked her about you yet! I know! I will! Goodbye Harry!” Oh, he was talking to Harry. I walk in smiling and pretending that I didn't hear anything. I hand him his drink and sit back down on the couch.

"I know that you probably don't want to, but I really think that you should come with me and talk to Harry. He feels really bad and wants to make it up to you," I make an internal pros and cons list and figure out that It won't be that bad. I nod and tell him let's go.

After about a half an hour drive we pull up to the hotel that I recognize from this morning. I am really regreting this. I turn to tell Niall I want to go back home, but he is already walking inside. I slowly get out and walk to the hotel doors, walking in I see Niall already in the elevator and quickly run to get in with him.