FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 11.

"I have learned not to worry about love; But to honor its coming with all my heart." -Alice Walker

Ana's POV

"Ana?"

I spin my head in the direction of the familiar- not too familiar voice. My eyes widen and my jaw drops when I see the figure standing in front of me. I stare at him in complete astonishment as a smile reaches his face. He's looking utterly sexy with the suit that he is wearing, navy blue slack pants, matching it with same patterned blazer and white, ironed, button-down shirt. I've not seen him dressed up like this before and he looks breathtakingly amazing. The way his hair is gelled up makes him look sexier.

He takes a small step towards me so that we're face to face. I stare into his beautiful, blue eyes and feel a shiver run down my spine. The hair on the nape of my neck stands up as I stare at him, completely gobsmacked. I cannot move, my feet feel like jello, so I just stare at him and he does the same.

Blue met brown.

He looks just as shocked as me, if not more. There is a hint of relief and satisfaction in his eyes that I don't miss. His smile brightens as he keeps starting, I don't know how that is even possible, crinkles forming at the side of his eyes.

"Niall." I squeak before he throws his arms around me. I am taken aback but quickly recover and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel that weird, little, magical electricity run through my whole body and feel the familiar warmth engulfing me. I feel his warm breath as he buries his nose in the crook of my neck while I rest my head against his chest. He pulls me so close, that I was on my tippy toes, and keeps his hands on the small of my back, keeping me in place.

This feels so surreal, almost as if I'm gonna wake up and he'll be gone, like a puff of air and I'm unknowingly afraid of it.

I, never in a million years thought that I'd meet Niall, let alone in London, at a local coffee bar, him looking too sexy in the suit that he's wearing.

I pull apart when I hear someone clear their throat. A prominent redness reaches my cheeks, same as Niall's. He stuffs his hands in his pant pockets and stands on his spot awkwardly with a crooked smile. A broad smile appears on my face as I look at him.

It feels so good to meet him again, more than I ever expected. When he left the motel, I never thought that he'd be here, that I'll meet him ever again. I don't know why I'm so happy to see him, like 'someone giving me a tub of chocolate chip ice cream' happy.

"Hi." He smiles with his eyes.

"Hi, you look different," I comment, gesturing to his clothes and he blushes, it's so light that I would've missed it if his skin wasn't so pale.

"Bad different or good different." He raises his eyebrows with a smirk.

"Definitely good different." I smile at him. "You stay here, in London?" I ask, hoping that he does because I don't want to lose him again.

"Yes." He nods. My smile widens at his reply. My subconscious is dancing around with pom-poms in short cheerleading dress as the words leave his mouth. "What are you doing here?"

"I moved here after you left the motel," I reply, my smile staying persistently on my face.

"Oh. That's amazing."

"Niall, I don't know if I can find that Ana girl you were talking about! You have to give me something!" I hear someone shout and walk towards Niall. The guy is busy doing something on his phone as he stops right next to Niall, grabbing the attention of all of us.