The Irish Lad: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 26

Katie's POV

I got up the next morning and put on black high heeled booties with dark skinny jeans. I put a cream heavy-knit sweater and I straightened my hair. "Hey Niall!"

"Yea?" He was sitting in the kitchen, eating.

"Wanna come to the library with me?"

"What for?"

"I've got a paper to write, and I need to get a book."

"Uh, yea sure." He drove me down to the library, and I went off to get the book. I finally found it. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. I turned around to Niall, except Niall wasn't there. I looked around the aisle. "Niall!" I hissed. I walked around the entire section.

I kept hissing his name, getting glares from the librarian. I traveled throughout the entire library, finally coming to the kid's section. I poked my head around, before I heard a very familiar Irish accent. I came out behind a book shelf, peering into a large area, containing bean bags, small chairs, and toys and books for small children. 

There was Niall, sitting in a too small chair, surrounded by a group of kids. He had a Dr. Seuss book in his hands, and he was reading to them. I leaned against the edge of the book shelf and watched happily. He was a natural with kids. I smiled and he finished the story. The children clapped.

"Alright, kids, I've got to be going now." He high-fived them all, and stood up, making his way over to me. He kissed me. I checked out the book and he put his arm around my waist while we walked out.

"You were really good with all of the kids."

"I like them, it's nice to hang out with kids." He said, and I smiled. "Let's get some lunch."

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We walked out of the restaurant, and of course, there were fans waiting. There were twenty or so, and they all wanted pictures and to talk to Niall. I stood to the side as Niall talked to each of them, and took all the pictures they wanted. 

I understood this was his job, and I understood he didn't want to be rude, but it felt like he was ignorant of the very short time we had together. A half hour later, he was done, and we drove home in silence.

I slammed the door to the flat behind me and dropped my bag on the floor. "What the hell? What's the matter, Katie?" Niall questioned. I stopped dead and turned around without picking up my feet. I slowly walked toward him.

"I don't know. What could be the problem, Niall? What could possibly be wrong, Niall?" I asked him and he stared at me.

"Ummm..." He tried to figure it out.

"Do you mean to tell me, that you can think of absolutely nothing that would have made me mad?"

"Katie, come on, you think differently than I do! I don't understand you half the time!"

"God, Niall, just think, it isn't that hard!" I yelled. He stood there, and I goraned.  I ran to the bedroom and grabbed my laptop bag and a magazine.

"Maybe it's this!" I said, throwing the magazine I had opened to page six. It landed on the top of the counter. Niall walked over to look at it. 

Niall's POV

I looked at the magazine. I was staring at a picture of Katie and I. It was a fan magazine, focused around One Direction, and this section was dedicated to all of our love lives. The page had a collage of pictures. One from her birthday, from my birthday, walking around Italy, and a picture of us on the tour bus. There was a caption to the pictures: