You Are My Sunshine ↠ Niall Horan

[6] - Niall

White lips,

Pale face,

Breathing in snowflakes,

Burnt lungs, sour taste.

A Team by Ed Sheeran.

N I A L L

It's a nice morning, good enough to be outside.

I throw on a pair of shorts, grab my running sneakers and head out. Not bothering to lock the door.

I go around the block towards the left, the opposite way to the cafe.

{ Half an Hour Later }

I've been running for a while now and I'm really craving a burger.

I slow down my run to a simple walk. Shannon's house becomes closer and I can hear music, her driveway is right in front of me.

The cream curtains which usually block my sight of inside are now open and I have a clear view. Shannon's standing there slowly moving around.

The music is nice and slow as well, I can tell she's dancing. I've stopped and walked a little bit up the drive way.

She looks so graceful, her hair falling over her shoulder and back.

Beautiful is the word that describes her. Hot, cute are nice words but when a girl is beautiful it means inside and out.

I might have only just met her, but she has this aura around her of beauty.

I'm halfway up her driveway and I must look like a creep just watching her but I can't keep my eyes of her.

She makes a twirl towards the window and notices my stare. Her eyes widen and I'm pretty sure she's blushing.

I send her a small smile and a wave, she returns the favour. With most of my courage I walk up to her door, I don't know what I'm going to say but knowing her she'll spark up a conversation.

Before I even knock her head pops out of the doorway, "Hey Niall."

"Hey Shan."

"So," she dragged out the word, "Were you watching me?"

I nod, "Uh, I was going for a run and I stopped and saw you... so what are you up to?"

She squints her eyes and leans forward a bit, I realise she can't hear me over the music.

"I said, what are you up too?" I raise my voice.

"Um, just let me turn my music down. You can come in if you want."

All I hear from her sentence is 'come in' and I do as she says. Waiting patiently in the room between the open lounge room and the room to my right, it's door is closed.

I see her in the corner of the large room pressing a few buttons on her iPod, the room is full of decorations. Bright colours and photos.

There's a frame on the wall of her and a few friends, smiling on the edge of a pool. Most of the other girls are blonde and skinny, one of them has brown hair but I can see blonde regrowth.

Shannon is the complete opposite. She has long black hair and is a tall, curvy girl.

A guitar is on a stand underneath the photo, it's gorgeous and has drawings over it from a marker.

"You play?" I ask Shannon.

"Yeah, ever since I was twelve."

"Same, you should come to mine one day and we could maybe play guitar together?" The words slip off my tongue before I can catch what I'm saying and it's a foreign feeling.