She Saved Me From The Fans (Niall Horan One Shot)

"No!" I screamed at my dad, who was yelling at me to go clean his freaking toilet. No way was I doing that.

"Caitlynn Briana Flynn, go clean my fucking toilet now, you dirty whore!" he yelled back at me, shoving me against the wall, and puffing his beer breath on me.

"No! Fuck off!" I growled, and shoved him away, snatching my bag back up, and running out the door to my car.

As I sat in the car at a stop sign, muttering some of my choice Irish language, I turned on the radio to the sound of Niall Horan, from One Direction's solo in More Than This. I smiled, thinking about my wee little crush on that not-actually-blond Irishman, and pulled up to the mall. Ugh. The mall in West Meath is so crowded. But that makes sense, seeing as its six in the evening on saturday.... anyways, I jumped out of the car, and walked into the mall, towards Holister, where I knew that there would be a hoodie waiting for me. After diging through the store for a while, I settled on a cute green one, with, of course, "Holister" printed across the chest of it. As I walked out of Holister, and was heading toward the food court, where I planned on getting a pile of food, 'cause I was hungry... even though I ate, like, eighteen waffles before I left.... sorry, I'm always hungry... anyways, I was walking out of Holister, toward the food court, when I heard some faint screaming in the distance... I brushed it off, thinking it was probably just some freaking screamo music, and ordered a meatball footlong from subway, along with a bag of Doritos, and a medium diet coke.

After a good freaking ten minutes of waiting for my damn sandwich, I took it over to a table and sat down. Thirty seconds later, halfway through my sandwich, the screaming got much louder, and a massive group of girls came sprinting around a corner, being lead by no other than Niall James Horan.

In the split second that it took me to register, that Niall had just run down the hall underneath the balcony that I was sitting on, the group of girls overcame the probably starving Irishman, sucking him into the mob of girls, who were probably clawing, biting, licking, 'touching', and stripping him.

"Shit." I muttered to myself, as security came sprinting down the hall and tried to intervene.

This obviously wasn't going to help. The girls just shoved them back, making it impossible for them to get to the center. I spotted a tiny little spot, where there wasn't anyone standing, and got an extremely idiotic and risky idea.

Me, bing the idiot, risk taking girl I am, I took a deep breath, before vaulting over the railing.

I landed, like a cat, in that little spot, and stood up straight. I was standing right next to Niall, who was trying to shrink away from the girls, who were indeed trying to strip him of his clothes, and shoved a girl who jumped up and tried to claw his face away, and snatched up his wrist.

"Come on!" I yelled to him over the screaming girls, who were pressing in on us.

He nodded, looking terified, and I shoved a path through the girls, and sprinted out of the mob, draging Niall with me.

We sprinted through the mall, and darted into a big shoe store, hoping that they didn't see us, and hid behind a rack of fuzzy boots.

"Hey, thanks for that." Niall said, breathing heavily.

"No problem." I panted.

"So, whats your name?" he said, lowering himself to the floor.

"I'm Caitlynn." I said, plopping down with him.

"Hi Caitlynn! Nice to meet you. I'm Niall."

"Yeah." I said, smiling, and looking down at my hands.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?" he said, looking me directly in the eyes.

I smiled and blushed like a tomato. Curse my Irish-ness.

"Thank you, so much Niall. You look pretty fit yourself." I said back, looking up at him.

He blushed too, and said, "Do you wanna maybe hang out later?" he said shyly, looking down, and blushing.

"I'd love to! But first we need to get out of here." I said.

"Hmm... how do you suppose we do that?" He asked me.

"Run for it. Like its our lives, which it probably really is..." I said.

He laughed, and said, "My car or yours?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Mine it is." He grabbed my hand, and we stood up.

"Ready?" Nialler said.

I nodded, and we sprinted out of the shoe store, and toward the door, being followed by a mob of teenage girls.

When we reached the car, Niall asked me if I wanted to go to his flat, and I said it was fine, so on the way to Niall's flat, we talked about.. well, me. I mean, I already know everything about him... so it was mostly me. But we still talked about him. I swear, I love this boy so much. Not for his looks, but for his personality. I love Niall James Horan, from Ireland. Not Niall James Horan, from One Direction.

We got to his flat, and Niall leaped out of his car, and ran around to let me out.

"M'lady." he said bowing, and holding out his hand.

"Good sir." I giggled, taking his hand and stepping out of the car.

It was mostly dark outside, as we walked into his flat, and up toward his room, which was suprisingly neat, and Niall held my hand all the way there... OMG Niall's holding my hand!!! But he did ask me to 'hang out' which is mostly a date! Right? OMFG I'm freaking out... okat Caitlynn, stop fangirling. Okay, done now.

Once we were in his room, with the door closed, he turned to me.

"Caitlynn..." he whispered, taking a step towards me.

My heart rate quickened.

'OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! What if he kisses me?? OMG!!!' I thought, then taking another mental slap to get myself to calm down.

He leaned in, and planted a kiss on my forehead, which was level with his mouth, and snaked his arms aroung me. Niall lifted me up, and tossed me onto the bed. He ripped off his shirt, causing me to gawk at his extremely toned torso, and climbed onto me. He leaned in, his extremely kissable lips getting closer to mine, and causing my heart to beat faster. I ignore it, and close my eyes, with his lips meeting mine, just seconds later. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and drew him closer. 

There I was, just ordinary, mischevious, risky, idiotic, Caitlynn Briana Flynn, laying on Niall James Horan's bed, with him shirtless on top of me, snogging me.

THE END!!!!