When faith found us. [Niall Horan]

Chapter 1

- Payton's P.o.v -

'Hurry up, we are totally missing our flight if you're going to keep on walking like that. Seriously, what are you? A 70 year old with a broken foot?' The girl with the long and slightly curled brown hair hisses the words that were meant for me while taking another sip from that caramel frappacchino she just bought.

Meet my best friend Morgan: complete bitch in general, complete sweetheart in being my best friend.

Well, most of the time.. Let's keep it at the fact that she's just the feisty one of us two, I still love her though.

'I'm running already, calm down okay? It's not like the plane is actually leaving without us.' I sigh while explaining that to her for like the 10th time but she doesn't seem to be listening anyway.

'I know that. In fact i'm not stupid enough to actually think that would happen. I just don't want to get all the attention when we enter the plane and I especially don't want everybody to stare at us like we just killed 3 people. They always do that, you know?'

'Morgan Smith not liking attention, that's new.' I poke her belly while joking around, too bad Morgan doesn't like the joke nearly as much as I do.

'Payton Erin Green, shut your damn mouth right now. That was not funny.' She pushes me aside while aplying another layer of lipgloss on her lips.

'Oh help, you're using my full name now. Sorry girl, I was just kidding. You're such a sourpuss when your stressed.' I chuckle while looking at Morgan's thick, dark and very frowned eyebrows. Carrying my handbag which does not include any make-up at all, I wait for her reaction.

'I am NOT a sourpuss!' She yells the words at me when out of nowhere a black figure tries to pass us, bumping into Morgan. I gasp when allready seeing what is going to happen the next moment and indeed, the entire cup of Starbucks caramel frappeccino flips around.

Within a few seconds the cup falls on the ground without the coffee itself (which is now all over Morgan's brand new Hollister shirt she bought just a day ago.)

'OH MY FREAKING GOD, THIS SHIRT WAS BRAND NEW YOU FUCKING RETARD!'

With wide opened eyes and my hands now covering my mouth I look at the boy who stares at Morgans shirt and then at his sunglasses which had fallen to the ground a moment ago.

'Oh no, I'm so terribly sorry!' It seems like the boy is in a big hurry because of the way he quickly pronouces the words while he tries to hide his face by pulling the dark grey hoodie of his sweater further over his head.

And then the voice that is speaking the words in that thick irish accent hit me. I look at Morgan and then back at the boy who bends over so the hoodie moves and reveals a few of his blond streaks. Before I can, Morgan (who noticed the same thing as me) opens her mouth.

'Are you Niall Horan? I mean like: THE Niall Horan?' Without doubting Morgan pops the question and looks at the boy in disbelief.

'I'm terribly sorry but I really have to go.. Bye.'

'Wait!' Morgan reaches out and tries to grab the boy's arm but misses. And within a few moments Niall Horan appeared and disappeared out of our sight.

'I GOTTA POST THIS ON TWITTER, LIKE RIGHT NOW! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED. NIALL HORAN JUST SPILLED COFFEE ALL OVER MY SHIRT! I'M NEVER WASHING IT AGAIN!'

Morgan screams in my ear while grabbing her phone out of her coatpocket appearantly not giving a negative fudge about her coffeed shirt anymore. I look around nervously noticing a few older people looking at us annoyed and one man even covering his ears to block out Morgan's high pitched screaming. Out of all suprise I would almost forget we have a plane to catch.

'Not now! We need to leave!' I grab my friends wrist and pull her with me while running to our gate.