Loving Niall Horan

Chapter 2

Trying to make his as real as possible

I am aware that none of this actually happened that's why it's called fanFICTION

BT dubs, legit the only pic I could fine crying tbh

I fr cried making this bc so frustrating

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SEPTEMBER 13 (2014)

ROSE BOWL CA

Niall Fact #2: Niall looks for his future wife in the crowd.

Shandra dropped us off just outside the stadium. Technically, both Maddie and I could have driven ourselves, but we decided it's much easier to not have to hunt for a parking space. Maddie was practically bouncing as we walked up to give the ticket people our tickets. I was a lot more calm then her, but my heart was still pounding in excitement. This is my first concert ever. I have no idea how to act. Though I doubt anyone will be noticing me, everyone is caught up in their own excitement.

We have to shove through crowds to get to our seats. I hurriedly sit in mine before anyone can steal it, and Maddie sits next to me. I pull out my iPhone and Maddie leans in for a picture. We both smile. Our cheeks are flushed in happiness and excitement, and we're practically beaming. I upload the picture to instagram, tapping in a quick caption and posting it, then turning my phone on airplane mode before I get bombarded with notifications.

Maddie and I make small talk as we wait anxiously for the show to start. My heart feels like it's going to explode our of my rub cage.

Finally, the house lights dim and spotlights flicker on, pointing at the stage only five feet away from us. One Direction runs out from a ramp in the stage floor and out onto the stage, yelling.

First comes out Harry, wearing a black shirt and black pants, and I can see his tattoos; also he's wearing some sort of crazy awesome headband turban thing.Then comes LIAM, in some sort of blue jersey, the famous four arrows visible. Then Louis, in a black tank top with black pants, the tattoos on his arms also showing. And of course, the renowned Zayn, who is a lot more attractive in person, wearing some sort of blue dress shirt and black pants.

Lastly comes Niall, the only blonde, wearing a white shirt that had some sort of something written on it, wearing black jeans with a rip on the knee. I don't see any tattoos. Maybe he doesn't have any, or they're just not visible.

Poor guy. I think I bet would suck to be stuck in a different country on your birthday. He looked tired, homesick, yet he still out on a happy face for his fans.

I zoned out for a bit staring at him, then almost slapped myself. This is the best night of my life, how stupid am I to zone out.

"-small Irish boy named Niall James Horan was born." I heard Harry say, "He liked to roam the fields of Ireland-"

"In a tractor." Niall interrupted.

"In a tractor sometimes-" Harry continued.

"If you ever like a ride..." Niall said but Harry ignored him, plowing through his story as the crowd laughed.

"He liked to eat potatoes and stew-"

"Potatoes!"

"He liked to dance! Oh did that boy love to dance. And uh... As the years went on Niall

became a very talented Irish dancer. And... And Niall is 21 years old today. So if you're out in the United States of America tonight, please be careful. And watch out. Because he loves beer, and he will be very very dangerous.

"Will you please all join me to sing happy birthday to our very own Irish son. Niall James Horan, while he Irish jigs. If you would Jonathan thank you." Harry nods his head at this one guy, who starts playing the piano.

They sing low, except Liam, who takes a high descant. The crowed sounds awful so luckily their microphones are loud. Niall crosses over to the center stage and starts hopping a crossing his legs In a dance, before bending over and laughing.

They finish the song. Niall glances down and suddenly stops.

Crystal blue eyes meet grey as my world stops. The screaming of the crowd becomes a dull roar and I can see nothing but Niall. Nothing else in the world matters but this moment, here and now. My heart starts to pound harder then it ever has before. Chills run up my chest and shoulders. My head pounds and my knees feel weak. An ache in my head slowly bangs against my chest one beat at a time. The roar of the crowd becomes a ringing in my ears.

My knees give and I collapse. The blue eyes are gone, and now I see a different, less pleasing pair. Maddie freaks out and bends down. I'm still in a trance, and nobody seems to notice the girl that just fell, and I suddenly fear being trampled.

"Oh my god are you okay?!" I hear a thick Irish accent in my ear and I jump. I allow Niall to help me up. The girls around me are practically groping him. Why on earth did he jump down from the safety of the stage to help up a random girl. Surely girls faint for him all the time.

"Uh yeah I'm fine, I had a headache." I nod weakly. Security guards part through the crowd and push back the girls assaulting the blonde boy.

"Are you sure? We can call 999, get you to a hospital... Here my phone is-" he says, reaching into his pocket.

"No really I'm fine. 999?" I practically yell to be heard.

"Oh right, America." He laughs and smacks his forehead.

"Horan, get back up there." A security guard orders impatiently, holding back vicious girls. I don't want him to leave. I'm pretty sure these fans are going to murder me if he does. Apparently Niall has the same thoughts, because he looks stressed. I glance up at the stage. The other boys have their head on their hands and most look like they're fighting back laughter. The audience looks extremely pissed off.

"Come up with me." He says.

"What no way!" I protest.

"These girls are going to have your head the second I leave." He says seriously and I laugh, nodding my head , half-heartedly reluctant. There's no way I'm going to pass up a chance like this, but it's going to be embarrassing. I flash Maddie a quick smile and hop up on the stage behind Niall. He holds out his hand to help me up. Outraged cries from thousands of fans erupt from the stadium, but I don't care.

This is officially the best night of my life.