Better Like This [ a Zayn Malik fanfiction ]

Chapter 5

'' My name's Niall.'' - he said after drinking his vodca.

'' Kaytline.'' - I said smiling.

'' You're new in town, aren't you?''

'' Maybe.'' -  I said with a smirk.

'' I'm sure you are, I think I would recognised a pretty face like yours.''

I blushed I was almost sure.

His eyes  were on his empty glass then in me again, he had a smile on his face and no one could deny his beauty, his voice interrupted my thoughts

'' Another vodca, please.''- he said, I grab the bottle and let the liquid drain to his glass, his voice was all over my head now and I noticed his accent. British? I don't think so but I couldn't think in another.-''What are you thinking about?''

''Nothing important.'' - I said.

''Are you fucking kidding with me Kaytline? A little help here please!''- I heard Rachel scream, she was mad but she was right, I spent a lot of time with Niall.

''So sorry Rachel.'' - I said, attending new orders from other clients, but the truth his that Niall was the only thing I could think of.

The night goes on and I didn't see Niall again until I was leaving the club to go home, he was just sitting in a garden seat across the road. When I started to walk he ran towards me and said hey.

'' Hey.'' - I answered him -'' Should I be worried about a stranger following me?''

'' Yeah you should, where is he? Maybe I can beat his ass.'' - he said, I don't think he was being funny.

'' You realise I was talking about you.''

'' We're not strangers Kaytline.''- he said with his lovely smile -'' Come with me, I'll show you the town.'' 

And I don't know if it was because of his smile and his eyes or if it was the adrenaline I was feeling at the time, or if it was because of living in a new town made me a new person, or if it was just because I've got nothing to lose. I just said yes and walked away with that stranger. 

About one hour later and we were both sitting on the middle of the road. I tried to convince him that it was dangerous but he just didn't care. Just one couple of tired people sitting in the middle of the street at 4am. 

'' So, my name is Niall Horan, I'm 21 and I'm Irish.'' - he said laying his head on the ice road. - '' Any questions?''

'' What are you doing in Oregon?''

'' University''