11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 3

Part 3

You pull on your jeans, tucking your slightly lengthily shirt in. Slowly, you pull your hair behind you ears and smile. You fold your bag over your shoulder and head slowly out the door. You pull out your phone as you dial the number.

“Hello? Yeah, hi, sorry, I’m running a bit late, I’ll be there in ten.” you say and quickly shut your phone, tucking it back into your pocket. You hop into your truck, speeding down the street, pausing at the red light, but continuing until you reached the university. You pull into a parking spot and sprint to the building, and up the stairs, bumping into a few business men on your way up. You slow your pace as you enter the building, passing a few security guards.

You whip open the door of the art studio, and face 20 annoyed faces. Swiftly you take your seat, avoiding a few glares from the back of the room.

“Third time you’re late this week Brittney.” Mr. Albert taps his foot, disapprovingly on the linoleum tiles.

“Yes, sorry about that. I had some late night stuff last night.” you explain, hoping Mr. Albert will be sympathetic.

He shakes his head, “you’re paying for the class, it’s not my loss if you miss my lessons.” he shrugs and begins the lesson, talking about different brush strokes.

You peer out the window, lost in thought. You couldn’t possibly seem to get your mind off of Niall for the whole entire week. You were dying to see him again. After spending the night at his apartment a week ago, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him. You hadn’t got his number, which you regretted entirely. But of course, you knew where his apartment was, but couldn’t it be interpreted quite strangely, just showing up to his apartment, without warning? You told yourself the day that you left, if it had been fate, you would meet Niall again somewhere, you’d see him or bump into him or something. And then, and only then, would it be acceptable to continue a friendship with him. But for some reason, you have a feeling that friendship would never come.

You hand in the painting to Mr. Albert and he nods, as you trail out of the door. You yawn, still tired from having such an early morning, and late night. You notice someone standing at the end of the hallway, back facing you. You cant make out who it was. He is standing in front of your painting display that Mr. Albert had entered into the art show a few days ago. You begin to approach the person, trying to recognize who it was. Suddenly, your breath catches in your chest. Was it really him? Or is your mind playing tricks on you?

“Niall?” you whisper.

The figure turns around swiftly. He’s wearing a cap and tinted sunglasses. Niall’s face is littered with shock.

“Brittney? Oh my…” he stops. “I never thought I would see you again.” he holds out his arms, pulling you in for a hug. He smells incredible. You hug him back, wrapped in his embrace. The truth was, you miss him, from the little you knew of him.

“Well you picked a good place to find me.” you smile when you finish hugging.

“I was uhm…well I was wondering if you’d maybe like to get a coffee?” he grins, you realize he had gotten braces. They look amazing on him, completely adorable.

“That’d be great.” you reply, you’re eyes locking with his. In the sunlight, they sparkle gorgeously.

“Are you busy right now?” he asks, his cheeks growing a tad red.

“Hmm…yes.” you start, “I happen to have plans with a cheeky Irish lad.” and Niall begins to laugh. You grab his arm and lead him down the stairs and out of the University.

“There’s a Starbucks over there.” you suggest.

He nods with a gulp and slides his tinted glasses back on to cover his beautiful eyes.

“Why do you wear those Niall? You’re just hiding those adorable eyes of yours.” you whisper, touching the glasses that sit on his face.

“I…it’s sunny.” he replies as he begins towards the Starbucks. You look to him suspiciously and shrug.

“Two grande caramel frapachino,” Niall tells the woman at the counter. For some reason the woman seems in a daze, her eyes locked on Niall’s face. You order and wait in silence for the coffee.

“H…here’s your coffee’s…sir.” the woman gulps, handing Niall your coffee’s with shaking hands.

“Thank you,” Niall says turning quickly. You follow speedily behind him, he seems to be walking alarmingly fast.

“Why’d you pick the table at the very back?” you laugh, as Niall hands you your coffee.

“Uhm, I don’t know. It was too crowded up there.” he really is an awful liar.

“So, what’ve you been doing this past week?” you ask, stirring your coffee with your straw. You stop realizing Niall isn’t paying attention. “Niall?”

Finally he snaps back to reality. “Huh?”

“What’re you lookin…” you freeze, your head craned to look behind you. About 10 girls are gathered by the counter, their phones out, snapping pictures.

“What are they looking at?” you gulp, your mouth growing dry.

“Brittney, I think we should go..” Niall says.

“What?” you stare at him in confusion, your hands beginning to sweat.

“Are they…are they looking at…” you stop, looking back to Niall. You don’t know if you’ve locked eyes behind those glasses. “at us?”

Niall doesn’t respond.

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Heey, so this is part 3. Yeah, nothing much to say. Thanks for reading, it may be weird since i have like 2 reads on each then 500 on the first chapter. Aha, if anyone's wondering why thats because i first had the fanfic together in 1 part, and decided waaay after i posted it all i want to publish it in seperate chapters. So thats what I'm doing now, better late then never right? Aha i thought it would be easier that way. Hope so!

-Britney