Tell me you love me (Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys! This is somehow my 'first' fan-fiction as I deleted my other 2 stories because it was so horrible that I can't even continue. Anyways, do give me some feedbacks about my stories so I can fix my horrible mistakes :D. So my dear readers, enjoy!

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Chapter 1

"NADELLE! WAKE UP!" my housekeeper Gwen shouted at the top of her lung sounding annoyed. I groan and force my heavy eye lids open. Reaching out for my phone and took a glance at the time, "It's only 7am for god sake. Oh right, have to finish my canvas painting today." frowning and crawl out of my bed. "Oh my baby bed, please wait for me." I cooed. After some morning stretches and a nice refreshing bath, I stood in front of my mirror, looking at how I special looked like, My eye colour, it never fails to fascinate me; it is a mixture of light purple and cyan. It may sound weird to you, but it doesn't look weird. I run my hands through my straight blonde hair. I whined at how dull the colour was; maybe I should do something to it later.

I grab my favourite Hollister hoodie and slid some random denim shorts on. I walk over to my window and flung the curtain open, Gasping at how magnificent the scenery was. Standing there in comfortable silence admiring the misty scenery for a few moments until my housekeeper scream my name again. I slowly walk down the stairs. Suddenly, I slipped and tumble down the stairs like how I did for quite a few times. "Ouch!" I whined. Gwen ran over and shook her head at me, "Ah, you clumsy little girl." She laughed as she stretched out her hand, pulling me up. "Oh god Gwen, this isn't the first time i fell! I should rename myself as Klutz." I chuckled

I plopped onto my kitchen chair, staring at the plate of mouth-watering bacon and sunny side up. I took a sip of my orange juice and started savouring MY foods. I grab my wallet and my iPod, stuffing my ear piece in my ear and played 'Want U back - Cher Lloyd'. Hopping towards the door, I danced to the beat of the song and make my way to my chauffeur. "Good morning Mr. Robertson!" I chuckled as I climb into the back seat. "Morning Miss Nadelle Jakens. What happened this morning? Oh my god, you're so chirpy!" I shook my head, "Aren't I always like this?" He nodded his head and drove out of the gate, heading towards my small personal studio.

After 15 minutes of comfortable silence, i finally arrived at my studios. "Thank you! I'll go back on my own today Jordan." I smiled. "Sure Nadelle, please be safe!" My chauffeur, Jordan replied. I laughed and fumble my keys, finding for the right one to unlock the door to my artistic world.  

I step into a large room; Taking in a deep breath taking in the smell of paints and pencil shavings. I walked, passing by my plain canvas, paints and paintbrushes and towards back of the room, pushing the door open and revealed all my paintings. I saw one of my paintings, i call it 'Forest of the neverland' . The trunks and leaves were painted black, but the background was a mixture of yellow and orange. There are some tress in the background too, painted in light shades of grey. I walk out to my incomplete painting. I was painting a boy of my own imagination, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I let my imagination run wild and hands move freely. Finally, I completed it! "Aha, piece of pudding. Now, I'm gonna tie dye my hair!" I grab my wallet and walk along the busy streets of London, walking into one of the random salon.

After 2 hours, I found myself staring at my blonde hair. But with light pink, lilac and light blue at the end of my hair. "Oh gosh, this is so nice." I gasp, paying the hairdresser and went to starbucks for some ..... "One Mocha Frappe please. And yes, do add whip cream! Thank you!" I paid and went over to the other side and waited patiently. "Nadelle!" I went forward and collect my drink. Walking aimlessly, where should i go? Holding up my phone and look at the time. Ah, its only 1pm! God. I went to the nearest park, listening to the birds chirping. I glance around the surrounding, and my eye stopped at this phenomenal tree "perfect." scanning around the tree. I went to the streets, once again. Letting my feet controlling me, ended up in an art shop. I paid for my pencil and drawing block scrambling back to the same place.

After 4 hours, i finally finish sketching out the tree. I look at my work, "Nice sketch" I jumped and whip my head around. God, save me.