Loving Niall Horan

Chapter 3

Does anyone know how to make a prologue or something?

#feelingstupid...

By the way, sorry for the short chapter, I'm tired af.

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SEPTEMBER 13 (2014)

ROSE BOWL CA

Niall Fact #3: Niall blushes easily.

Niall leads me across the stage and over to a tall stool, which he pats, gesturing for me to sit it.

"I can't sit in your seat." I refuse shyly.

"I never use it anyways." He insists. I glance around at the other boys. I catch Harry waggling his eyebrows and winking. He abruptly stops when I face him and I chuckle a bit.

The angry audience pushes me to make a quick decision. I hop up onto the stool, my feet dangling. Probably only Harry and Liam's feet would touch, they appear to be the tallest.

The show flies by, I can hardly process it. I can hear the boys so well. Their actual voices too, not just the amplified mic version. They are so talented, and I can't help but pick out Niall's voice from the rest of them.

I'm still very confused about what I felt back there, before I collapsed. It tops the list of strange things I've felt, and I've felt some pretty crazy things before, most of them bad. It was as if my whole body was beating with my heart. And why was my heart beating? It's not like I'm in love or anything. I don't even know Niall. Sure, I'd like to get to know him, but that's never going to happen. I'm going to go home after the show and he's going to go back to Ireland, forgetting about me.

Why should I even care? I mean, it's not like I'm envisioning some sort of future with him. Am I? I've thought about dating celebrities before, but I thought it would never happen. I know it will never happen.

My thoughts are getting out of control again.

I lift my hands up, clapping along with the crowd as they finish their last song. I can't believe the best night of my life is already over. The house lights turn on and Niall walks over to me as I hop off the stool.

"Hey... Uh. You want to help me with my mic tape?" He asks awkwardly, looking down.

"Oh... Uh, sure." I stutter awkwardly, feeling heat gather in my face again. The closeness of this gesture is not lost to me. Feeling nervous, I reach up and gently tug at the corner of the tape on his cheek, my slim fingers brushing his face slightly. He winces as I pull it off.

"Mic tape is a bitch." I mutter bitterly as I move on to his neck, trying not to pull any hair or rip off all his skin. He giggles.

"What did you just say?" He asks and i realize my mistake. I'm always swearing in front of people without noticing it or thinking about if it's offensive or not.

"Oh uh sorry I didn't realize-"

"No you're fine I just thought it was funny. Mic tape is a bitch." He laughs and I finish ripping it off, then bunch up the tape in my fingers, sticking the two pieces together. He takes the cord out and unclips his mic pack.

"Oh, happy birthday." I perk up.

"Thanks-uh... Oh god I can't believe I... What's your name?" He laughs and asks shyly.

"Emma. Emma Dove."

"That's a pretty name." He compliments and I can't help but feel embarrassed.

"How old are you?"

"I'll be 18 in two weeks." I answer hastily. I glance up at him for the first time in our encounter. His crystal blue eyes are boring into mine and his cheeks are flushed a deep pink color, likely reflecting my own.

"Well... I guess I better get back to my friend." I say, gesturing off stage and taking a few steps backwards.

"No-wait. Can I have your number or something? Well, technically I'm not allowed to ask that but..." He says and I hear him mutter a curse under his breath.

"Uh... Yeah. Sure." I nod shyly, typing in my phones password and pulling up a new contact. I hand him my phone as he hands me his. I consider typing in a fake number. Just because he's famous doesn't mean I can trust him or anything. I do the even know this guy. I brush off my doubts and quickly type in my number.

When I get my phone back I see that he's taken at least ten pictures of himself. I laugh as I look at them.

"Lets get one of us together for my phone." He smiles and I stand next to him as he snaps a couple pictures.

"Okay well I really have to go now." I laugh.

"Fine. I'll text you."

"Alright." I laugh, jumping off the stage and running to Maddie.

Rain check.

What in the actual fuck just happened.