The Girl Next Door: A Niall Horan Love Story

The Girl Next Door: Invitation....

Niall's POV

        She stood in front of her easel and stared at the blank canvas for a moment. Her green eyes were shimmering with excitement, and even from my spot across the street I could see the warm smile that began to spread across her face. I watched in amazement as she began painting, overcome with such a need to create that she failed to notice me sitting in the window next door. 

        I had woken up to the sound of her rustling around her room just minutes before. She flew across the worn hardwood, possessed by the whispers of her muse. Spellbound I watched her swipe her chipped paintbrushes across her blank canvas, sending an eruption of color seeping into the blankness.Slowly an image took form in the confines of her canvas.

        Brillant orange waves of shining hair.

        Rosebud Pink lips pulled back in a careless laugh.

        Emerald Green eyes crinkled around the edges, full of a gentle warmth.

        Ocean Blue sky peeking around an angelic face. 

        It was a woman frozen in midlaugh. Clarissa sighed and stood back to study her work, biting on her thumb as she searched for any imperfections. In that moment I was captivated by her. Clarissa--or Rissa, as the boys and I had begun calling her--smiled at the painting and shut her eyes tightly. Her lips moved, but the gentle sway of her Kentucky accent escaped me. Curosity over took me and before I thought I opened my mouth and shouted, "Who is that?"

Clarissa's POV

        "Who is that," called a husky voice startling me from my deep thoughts. I spun around wildly and spotted Niall sitting in his window across the street, his leg dangling over the edge. His blonde hair was a wild nest and the artist side of me begged me to draw the sparitic curls of it. The artist side of me also noticed the breath taking shade of blue his eyes were, which were staring into my wide green ones. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I felt a shiver crawl up my back.

        "It's my mom," I whispered, not trusting my voice. 

        His eyes widened and I watched as he peered around me to study the painting again. "She's beautiful Rissa." He smiled at me, one of those heart-melting smiles, and my heart filled with pride. 

        "Yeah, I thought so too," I answered. Niall and I looked at the painting again, falling into a comfortable silence. "So why are you up so early?"  I asked moving over to my open window. The sun was just beginning to peek over Niall's house and I couldn't help but turn my face into the brillant light.

        "Oh," he stuttered. I took my eyes away from the spectacular morning view and turn my attention to him. A faint blush colored the tops of his ears. "I was just enjoying the view," he stated after another moment. I shook my head, confused but not willing to pursue his oddness.

        I looked over at the clock above my desk and noticed it was seven fifty-four. "Don't you have to be at the studio by eight?" I shouted over to Niall, an eyebrow raised. I watched with a smile as the Irish boy cursed and dove back into his room.

        "Shit, shit, shit," Niall exclaimed as he tugged his shirt over his head. My mouth dropped and I found myself staring at my neighbor's smoking hot body. Instantly a dark brush erupted across my cheeks, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his toned stomach. Niall didn't even notice my stunned state as he ran over to his dresser and pulled out a clean shirt. "God damn it," he shouted just before he pulled his loose night shorts down and wiggled into a pair of jeans on the floor.

        Niall turned, saw me standing there with my mouth wide open, and started to smile. "Like what you see," he teased.

        "Oh, of course! After all it's not everyday I get to see a popstar strip in front of me," I retorted with an eye roll. Niall laughed and leaned out his window, as if what he was about to say was a secret.

        "All you have to do is ask," he whispered. I grunted in response and turned from the window, my stomach was growling and it was too early in the morning to have a battle of wits with my Irish neighbor. Before I could escape, however, Niall called out, "Rissa, I ment to tell you. Harry is having a party tonight. Would you want to come?"

        "Sure, whatever," I called without looking back. I opened the door to my room and left Niall behind, not even processing I had just accepted an invitation to One Direction's latest party.

        Sorry this took so long to get out, I was completely out of inspiration! Alright, so I would love to here from you guys, good, bad, whatever. Anyways I hope you liked it and will continue to read my story!!

        -Rach ;))