Stole My Heart (A Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

We were only waiting for a minute when the long, black limousine rounded a corner, and pulled to a stop in front of us.

Niall, ever the gentlemen, opened the door for me to step through. Again, we scooted to the end to make room for the others.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and plugged it back into the stereo, as the driver slid his little window open that separated the drivers seat from the rest of the car.

We told the driver that we wanted to go to Torrey Pines State Park, and, with a smile and a nod, he closed the window and started driving.

This time, the ride was longer than from the Hyatt to Little Italy, but we spent it the same way. My phone was passed from person to person, songs from every artist and genre being selected. We all sang along loud and obnoxiously. Niall, once again, slid his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, my head in the crook of his neck.

When we arrived at the state park, we thanked the driver, and all piled out. The few people that were walking around, gave us strange looks. I guess it wasn't very common to see a limo pull up to a place like Torrey Pines.

Looking around, there were lots of couples, from teenagers all the way to grandparents. Some families walked around, kids chasing each other, getting the last of their energy out before they would have to go to bed.

The sun had clearly set over an hour ago, but the moon overhead shined bright, providing enough natural light that even in the spaces not illuminated by street lamps, we could still see.

Hand in hand with Niall, we proceeded over to a set of three medium-sized benches situated in a half circle. The benches overlooked a steep drop that, if a fence hadn't been there, would surely be fatal. From these benches, you could look around at the other cliffs surrounding the park. If you looked close enough, you could even see the cliff divers gliding down the rock faces, unaware that the sun had set. That had to be extremely dangerous.

Niall and I selected the middle bench while Larry Stylinson occupied the left one, and a Liam, Claire, Zayn sandwich took up the right one.

I mentally made a note to myself that this spot would be perfect for a date someday, whether, and I hoped this could be the case, it was with Niall or with some other guy. Absently, I rested my head on Niall's shoulder and felt his arm tighten around my waist, hoping he was picturing us stargazing here on some night in the future too.

Tonight, however, the sky was full of clouds.

"Tag you're it," Louis' voice cracked the silence, and, before we could react, he was sprinting off into the grassy field behind us, Harry hot on his heels.

The remaining four of us were left laughing as Louis scampered away from Harry.

"Can't catch me!" Louis called over his shoulder. Harry did just that, tapping the oldest boy on the shoulder before turning on his heel, and sprinting away, now with Louis trailing behind.

"I wanna play!" Claire yelled, and ran over to Lou and Haz.

"Me too!" Liam and Zayn said at the same time, and soon Louis was chasing five people instead of just one.

At one point, Zayn tripped, landing flat on his face with a loud "oof." Jumping on the opportunity, Lou sprinted over to the fallen boy, tapped him on the head, and said "tag," before sprinting off.

Niall and I just watched, clearly too content in each others arms to run around chasing each other. It could have been romantic, in fact, if the other four boys and Claire hadn't been yelling so loud.