My Lucky Star (One Direction Affection: Book 2)

2: What the Hell is a Nandos?

♧ 2: What the Hell is a Nandos? ♣

I don't even know what I'm eating, but I don't care. 

I begin scarfing down as much food as I can. I even go as far as overlooking the fact that I hate ketchup, but that doesn't stop me. Despite my burger being drenched in that red tomato substance, I eat it. I eat it with every fiber in my being. I eat like I wouldn't eat again.

Which is true.

I have no idea when I'll get another chance to eat real food. 

So, I'm taking advantage of this once in a lifetime oppurtunity. I don't even think I've said one word to Niall since the waiter brought out our food, except maybe "pass the salt." I almost felt bad for neglecting him, but then again, he's just as into his meal as I am. Although I highly doubt he is eating for the same reason. 

"You're hungry, I see," Niall comments after a while of eating in silence.

I nod my head, smiling sheepishly. "Well, you know, almost getting run over always takes a lot out of me," I tease.

Niall purses his lips, obviously still feeling bad that he had almost killed me. "I'm still really sorry about that, I didn't even see you there!"

"That's fine," I wave off, "I didn't see you there either."

"That's fine?" Niall repeats. "Most people wouldn't be so quick to say that after almost, uh, you know."

"Dying?" I ask, taking another bite of my food.

"Yeah, that," He laughs nervously.

"Well I'm not dead," I point out, swallowing my food. "So, I really have no reason to be upset."

And right now, almost getting run over is the least of my worries. I'm still homeless, friendless, jobless, and boyfriendless. Dying might've been a blessing. 

"So, what's your name?" Niall asks, still looking at me as if I'm crazy.

I quickly swallow my food, wiping my face with the napkin. "Maddy Green."

Niall smiles, nodding his head as if he likes my name. "Well, Maddy," he says, his thick Irish accent shining through when he pronounced my name. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Ni-"

"Niall Horan," I finish for him, taking a bite of my bread. "Member of One Direction. Irish. Singer and songwriter. I know who you are," Then without hesitation, I add. "Can you pass the parmesan?"

Niall studies me for a moment before handing me the parmesan shaker. "So, you're a fan?"

I shrug. "Not a mega fan, but I appreciate what you guys do. Besides, everyone in London knows who One Direction is. Here-" I say handing him back the cheese as I stick my fork into a piece of chicken. "Thanks."

"But, you're not from London, are you?" Niall observes, leaning forward in his chair.

"Nothing gets past you, Ireland. I'm from a little place called Phoenix." I wave my fork at him approvingly before sticking the food into my awaiting mouth.

"Really? We were just there for our North American Tour," Niall informs me.

Of course I already knew that. On the days where I didn't have work or plans, I'd find myself at my neighborhood music shop. Magazines are usually filled with information on upcoming tours and considering One Direction is currently the pride and joy of London, their faces were on every cover, along with their tour dates.

"It's nothing special," I mutter. "Which is why I left and now, here I am! Anyways," I say in-between bites, "What is this place?"

Niall looks at me wide eyed. "You don't know where we are?"