My Sweet, Superstar ((Niall Horan FanFic))

Chapter Three ●•♥•● Inspire Me

KARILYS' P.O.V.

Niall Horan.

The guy who was cradling me in his chest right now.

Am I dreaming?

I shake out of my thoughts and pull away a bit; "Thank you, Niall."

"It's nothing. I just like helping beautiful girls." Niall says; smiling.

But I saw worry for me in his eyes.

"Erm, well... it's been nice meeting you all. But, I should really go." I say as i begin to walk away; towards the bench.

"Wait- what's the hurry? When I saw you; you were singing! What else do you have to do?" Harry exclaims, taking my hand and holding me back.

"I have to find inspiration." I explain simply; shaking my hand from his grip and walking off.

I sigh as I sit back down on the bench.

Then, inspiration hits me.

   I take out my notebook, and then feel five people surrounding me. I look up, and smile. I spot Niall, and he smiles back. He sits down next to me. I shake all thoughts away from me, and begin to draw. I make lines, ovals, triangles, etc. I didn't even pay attention to what I made; I just let my hand flow. By the end, I huffed out in exaushtion. I look at the boys, and notice them staring wide-eyed at my notebook page. Niall is looking at it wide-eyed, surprised, and... confused.

"Is that... me?" Niall asks warily.

"What!? No! It isn't I mean look at it, it doesn't look anything like you! See look at-" I cut myself off short, when I look down at my drawing.

Oh my Nandos... it was Niall.

He was looking down, biting his lip, and wearing little four-leaf clovers on his head. It was black and white; but you could see it clearly.

"Oh, I guess it is you... Hmph... i guess inspiration is random, huh?" I blush; smiling down at my notebook like a fool.

I must've looked so stupid; smiling down at my drawing of Niall.

"Wow, your so..." Niall began.

"Crazed? Pathetic? Obssesed? Mental? Delusional? Don't worry, I've heard it all before." I say firmly.

"No! I was going to say; talented. You have talent for this." Niall explained while smiling up at me.

"Oh, well, sorry for assuming... I just... get those alot." I explain, tucking a loose strand of my blonde hair behind my ear shyly.

"Well, why?" Niall asks.

From the corner of my eye; I could see the other lads interested too.

"Well, because... I guess... I- i, I kinda... erm..." I stutter out nervously.

"OH C'MON! IF YOU CAN'T SAY IT, SING IT!" Harry chuckles.

"You sing?" Niall asks.

"A little bit." I respond.

"And you play guitar?" Liam asks.

"Yuppers!" I giggle.

"Well, then sing what you have to say!" Louis presses.

I sigh; "Alright. Well, in school, I always was different. But people never teased me about it; until you guys came along. Everybody was into Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Louis. But I wasn't. I was into... into Niall. And, y'know, my school only had like, 300 or so kids; not so much. So, I was the only one who liked Niall. He hepled me realize how to embrace your differences. He tought me so much. I know I migh sound crazy saying this; but Niall changed my life. I went from awkward and shy, to confident and out-going. He made me... me." I explain.