Tinge - A Niall Horan Fanfic

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*Niall's Point Of View*

I grasp the cold metal of the door knob as I let myself into the restaurant. It's nearly two in the morning by the time I venture back home after wandering for an hour or so.

I step inside, closing and locking the door behind me, and stop. The deep, previously unknown colors to my sight are released, very slightly, but I can tell a difference from the black and white. It's a hint of a red, with a minute accent of purple coming through the shade. I smile, pleased to know that I picked the colors out well while still being a grey-sight.

Passing through the open dinning area, I make my way towards the back where there's a staircase. I latch onto the railing and propel myself upwards, taking the stairs two at a time. At the top stair, I stop, bracing myself with the edge of the stairwell's wall.

"Do I tell people?" I think.

Before I can answer my thoughts, I spot Gabriella sitting at the barstools in the kitchen area of my apartment. I shake my head and walk over to her. She's got her headphones in, music blaring as usual, the song's guitar riff completely audible to my ears. While she's engrossed in whatever it is that she's reading and listening to, I sneak up behind her. Making my movements slow and calculated as not to make any sound (though I don't need to worry about her hearing me with how loud her music is), I creep up right behind her.

Just as I'm about to grab her shoulders, she spins around, giving me a cocky smirk, fully flaunting the fact that she's ruined my plans. I stand up straight, completely surprised and shocked.

"What the hell, Gab?" I protest, "You could've given me a heart attack!"

"Oh yeah, like you weren't trying to scare me yourself," she qualms back.

I shake my head and chuckle a little. I should've know Gabriella would've known I was there. Being my best friend for the last ten years has surely given her plenty of time to learn about my ways. I sit down next to her and I'm able to hear the notes clearly exiting the headphones, which are now places on the light brown marble of the bar.

The beats pulse and the guitar plays an all too familiar melody. The lyrics reach my ears, confirming it's the song that's been unable to escape my thoughts all night.

"I never wanted to be your weekend lover / I only wanted to be some kind of friend, hey"

I snatch her iPod and press pause, putting an end to the audible torture. "Hey!" She shouts, "What was that for? You've never complained about Prince before! What's your problem?"

I stand up and walk over to the couch, then plop down into the soft, comfortable fabric. I hear shuffling behind me as Gabriella walks over to stand in front of me.

She puts her hand on her cocked hip and gives me one of her signature sassy expressions.

It's interesting being able to see her in these new colors. Her dark brown wavy hair is pulled back in a low pony tail at the nape of her neck and it compliments her tan, medium toned skin. Her black glasses are angled on her nose to give her just the perfect amount of added sass.

"It happened didn't it?" She asks, but more or less states it as if she already knows without me saying anything.

My eyes are wide with shock, attempting to hide the fact that she's right. "What do you mean it happened?" I respond.

"Oh come on, Niall! I know what's going on. It's obvious. You found her."

I roll my eyes at her and state, "I have no idea why I even thought I could hide this from you."

Her face instantly changes from sassy to the biggest smile and her eyes are wide with what appears to be happiness. Though I have no idea why she'd be happy about this... A squeal escapes her smile as she jumps onto the couch next to me, tucking her legs under her and scooting right up next to me. "Who is she?? What's her name??"

I stand up, wanting to get away from all of the unanswerable questions.

"Niall?" She stands up and walks over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I run my fingers though my hair, keeping my gaze low. "I don't know okay?" I raise my eyes to meet her deep, sympathetic eyes, "I didn't even talk to her. I saw her, realized her hair was changing--oh my goodness she was gorgeous! But I just...I couldn't get out of there fast enough."

"Is that where you've been all night?"

I sigh, "Could you honestly see me in a relationship with her?? I can barely manage the restaurant and my own damn self much less a girl!"

"How do you know?" She shouts at me, "How do you know she even wants you to 'manage' her?! You don't even fricken know her, Niall! Just saying but I've always thought the girl for you would have her shit together and be able to stand on her own!"

She walks over to the bar, puts her book and iPod in her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she looks back at me and says, "I'm going home now. You know the least you could do is talk to her. She might surprise you." Then she heads down the stairwell, leaving me alone in the apartment to think.

I walk over to the kitchen and take out a glass to pour myself a whiskey. Not even bothering to go through the motions of getting ice, I gulp it down in one motion and finish by slamming it on the bar.

I let out a completely and utterly frustrated yell and hurl the glass at the brick fireplace across the room. As the glass shatters, the light catches the shards of crystal as they fall, flashing a brilliant array of colors water-falling to the floor.

*****

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SURVEY TIME!!!

What do you think Niall will do when/if he sees Cleo again?
1. He'll be a love struck puppy and run up to her and smother her with kisses
2. He'll still be scared, so he'll avoid her at all costs
3. He'll be excited
4. He'll leave the country and never see her again!
5. Other (if so, explain)

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