11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 2

Part 2

You eat on the way to his apartment in complete silence. As your driving, Niall looks over to you and whispers,

"Make a wish."

You look to him in confusion, "what?"

"11:11 babe, make a wish." he says, barely audible as he smiles slightly.

You search for something to wish for, remembering all of the times you had wished on 11:11 as a child. You began to think it was quite foolish as you got older, but Niall insisting you wish didn't seem foolish at all.

He tells you to stop and you do, but you keep your eyes on the serene expression on his face. He was so beautiful.

You drive the rest of the way without a word.

Finally he announces that you’ve arrived. You stare at him in shock.

“You…live here?” you question.

“Yes, I do. What were you expecting some giant mansion? Sorry I can’t afford that just about yet.” he shrugs.

“No, I was expecting some little apartment like mine. How can you afford this?!” you beg.

“I…let’s talk about this later. Get out.” he tells you. You look at him oddly, stepping out of his car and onto the large lawn. Flowers are neatly planted along the large walkway. The air smells fresh and damp, unlike the dingy old area you live in.

He guides you up to the door and unlocks the door leisurely. It’s still numbingly cold outside.

He motions for you to step in first and you do. You can hear him trailing behind you. As he stops at a large blue door labeled 1b.

“This is it!” he parades as he pushes open the door. Inside lays two couches facing parallel to each other. A large television hangs elegantly off of the white and blue papered walls. The floor is checkered black and white and the kitchen is littered with food. The apartment is huge. Almost three sizes bigger than your own apartment.

You slip off your scarf which is wrapped many times around your neck and then slide off your jacket, leaving it hanging off of the edge of the couch. You look down at your now wrinkled blouse and skirt, looking back up at Niall.

“So would you like to put on something more comfortable?” he offers motioning to your fancy attire.

You contemplate the thought and finally nod. He slips up the stairs and returns, tossing a pile of flannel PJ pants and a baggy shirt with IRELAND written across the chest, at you. You smile at Niall and excuse yourself to the bathroom, unzipping your skirt and sliding it off, and then pulling your blouse awkwardly over your head. You look in the mirror. You’re hair sits in a messy bun, and you groan. Slowly, you lean over, blasting the shower. The hot water feels soothing on your still-chilled fingers. You slip off the rest of your clothing and step into the tub.

You shiver as the water warms your body instantly. You think about everything that has happened throughout your day. You remember the party you had attended earlier, then sitting at the small café for hours, and then every little detail of meeting Niall. Of the first time you set eyes on his flawless face. How his cheeks burned red from the cold when he had tapped on your window. How your heart fluttered insanely when he had taken your hands in his. Of course, it had only been a kind gesture to warm you, but somehow, you sort of wanted it to be something more.