[Niall Horan fanfic] Maids in Holiday

Maids in Holiday: Chapter 1

A/N: Hello everyone! My name is Vani and I'm new in writing fanfic. This is the first thing I wrote so I really hope you guys will like this. Leave me comments so I can know how you feel about my fanfic!!!

CHAPTER 1

Niall's POV

I woke up when the clocks pointed at seven am sharp. Everything was so quiet and peaceful except for little Harry snoring like a baby on the bed next to mine.

It seemed too early to have breakfast but I was starved right now. Waking up early always made me feel weird, lose some sort of balance and those symptons were something only food could cure.

"Harry, wake up!!! I need you to go with me!!!!!! I'm hungry!" I called out Harry, didn't understand why I had to whisper. The silence of the early morning seemed to be so...silent for me to talk too loud. "Come on! Open your eyes!!"

After a few shoutings and hittings on my term, Harry finally opened his eyes and answered me with a sleepy voice. "Yes Nialler?"

"I'm hungry. Please go to the beautiful restaurant we saw last night with me."

He looked at the clock, rubbed his eyelids and sighed. "Niall, it's too early. I don't think the restaurant has opened yet. Why don't you go back to sleep and we'll have breakfast when everyone wakes up, okay?"

Clearly Harry thought it was a perfect arrangement because his eyes had already closed. The snore came peacefully right after that. I angrily thought that I should have slept at Liam's room last night. Daddy Direction always went with me when I asked, not like this charming Styles. Well, I guessed I had to go alone now. I knew perfectly that I couldn't go back to sleep with an empty tummy.

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The morning air was fresh and enjoyable. I could feel the wind breezing my skin gently, bringing along the smell of new day, the smell that only an early waker could know. The sun was shining and nature played a beautiful symphony. It was perfect weather to eat anything, or better, eat everything. I went straight to the restaurant of the resort, lost in thoughts about food and breakfast buffet. I was a little tired before but now, all I could feel was the awesomeness.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of guitar playing from somewhere nearby. The uniqueness of it stopped my track.

"I'm not myself since the day I met you

I try to be feminine

And spend a lot of time to dress myself

Because I want to impress you

And I want you to notice me in the crowd

But have you ever seen me walked by

And have you ever paid attention

Do you know my eyes always look for you

My mind empty when I talk to you

I love to hear your voice and see your smile everyday...."

A beautiful voice started singing. It was sweet, pure and heartfelt. It first started with a happiness, softly sang the happiness of someone who finally found somebody to love, of someone who spent time to impress somebody. But then the sorrow was filled, raised up like tears in eyes. The hopeless affort of the girl in the song, the sadness when the boy didn't know how she felt about him. Invisibility could be a precious power, but in the case, it was a painful experience. The changes caused goosebumps to form on my arms. I didn't know why, but somehow, I understood.

I was drowning in the lovely song when the voice stopped unexpectedly, just like when it came. I was surprised because I knew perfectly there was no way the song ended at that. "What happened?" I questioned myself, and then thought that it would be better asking the owner of the song.

She was sitting on the ground, surrounded by music sheets and empty cans. I couldn't see her face but she had a long, straight, black hair. It looked like silk on her shoulders. Drops of sunlight gave me a vision of her hair glowing. It was the most beautiful hairs I had ever seen. At once, I had to control the desire of touching her hair and started to wonder how it felt when I buried my face in it.

"Hello? Excuse me?" I spoke loudly to let her know about my presence.

She startled at the sound of my voice and turned around. The moment I saw her face, I was frozen. She had white-pinky skin and big, dark eyes. The line on her face was simple but very special, very graceful. She had the beauty of an Asian and even when she was wearing T-shirt and jeans, I still thought she was adorable.

"Hello." She said in a soft, uncertain voice. Her forehead frowned, looked at me with questions.

I snapped myself out of track, realizing I was being rude for staring at her. I cleared my throat and started explaining myself. "Sorry for interrupting, but I was going to the restaurant when I heard your song. I think it was brilliant but I'm kinda wondering why the song stops like that."

She looked at me with surprise look. I wondered what she had in her mind as she took her time, eyes looked down,probably considering an answer to deal with a total stranger like me.

"Thank you for that compliment. Well, I haven't finised the song yet. Come up with that part early this morning but then my inspiration is gone."

I smiled sympathetic when she pointed at the messy paper on the ground.

"I know that feeling." I said, nodding. "It feels like somebody throws a rock in the middle of your flow, right?"

"You write song too? Do you play guitar or you play another instrument?"

I opened my eyes widely, astonished. She didn't know who I was. She wasn't a fan. I could feel a strange thing happening inside my head. When you were realized too many times on the streets and in the stores, you would have the same reaction as me if you found someone oblivious about your fame.

"Yes. I write some." I nervously put my hands in my pockets, cluelessly asked myself why I was nervous.

"So, are you going to play a song for me? You know, you have heard mine." She offered, held out her guitar and looked up. That was the very first time I saw the darkness shining, bright and innocent like a blink of the star.

I hesitatedly grabbed the guitar. My fingers ran along the length of the instrument, then touched the six strings. I normally didn't like playing for anybody songs I secretly wrote; however, instinct carefully instructed me to sit down.

"Don't laugh at me, okay?" I smiled, cheeks redden when she returned my smile with a wide grin and a small nod. "Here we go. This one is new."

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We sat there, talking about music and nonsense things, havin absolutely mo clear subject but we had laughed so much. She was so funny and put a "Stupefy" spell on me whenever she laughed. I delibrately watched as she put some naughty hairs to their places, behind her ears. Could you possibly like someone for half a hour?

Out of nowhere, the sound of my phone vibrated into the calm air. She suddenly got up and looked to her watched.

"Oh my God. I'm late. Talking to you just made me forget about the time. I really have to go."

She quickly grabbed all her stuff, leaving no chance of saying anything.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She shook my hand and smiled. Her skin was soft and cool, yet the tips of her fingers felt rought against mine - the signature of a guitar player.

"Me too." I said, gave a my big smile, tried hard to ignore the disappoinment growing inside of me. Just before she was about to walk away, I heard my voice spoke.

"Wait. Will I see you around? Or maybe we can have a drink sometimes?"

Urghhh, Why on earth did I do that? "See you around"? "Have a drink sometime"? What if she didn't want to? Stupid me!

I held my breath and waited for her answer. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster, just like I was in a Quiz Show or something.

"I'd love to." She waved at me and walked away.