11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 13

Quick A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Aryana723 & GreenEyedGirl312 because their comments on the authors note made me smile(: Love everyone who commented, you all made my day absolutely amazing! x

Part 13

The Irish paces quickly, his feet tracing the lengths of the room, over and over. He lets out a huff and suddenly feels someone patting him on the shoulder.

“Hey mate, what’s up?” it’s Zayn. Niall sighs lightly and throws off a shrug, turning to face his raven-haired pal.

“Nothing really, kind of nervous for this new band mate, what was his name again?” he enquires cocking his head in Zayn’s direction.

“His name’s Josh, and why be nervous, he seems like a well alright lad.”

Niall contemplates this for a moment; not exactly know why exactly he’s pacing the room fanatically, his palms pricking with perspiration.

“I guess I’m afraid he’ll replace me or something, I’m not the most skilled at making friends.” He says honestly, turning to Zayn who’s smiling at him reassuringly.

“Don’t worry about it Ni, I’m sure you two’ll get on fine.” He assures him, knowing how capable niall is of being liked.

Niall rolls his eyes as Zayn gets up out of his chair, and checks his watch, “he’s supposed to be here in an hour, just be friendly.”

He crossed to the door and steps out of the room, though suddenly turning back to face the natural brunette hunched over in the middle of the room.

“Oh and by the way,” he starts, a smile crossing his lips, “no one could replace you Niall.” He winks cheekily, causing a laugh to escape Niall’s lips.

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“Okay, are you boys ready? Josh just called in and he’s on his way from the airport. Be friendly, make him feel welcome.” says Ron, one of the head of management.

Niall lets out a small huff in agreement and plays with his phone as Ron explains a few more details.

“Wait he’s bringing a girl?” Harry repeats, smiling cheekily as Niall’s eyes snap back up to the boys, realizing he zoned out.

“He’s bringing someone?” Niall asks, for some reason, a spike of nerves climbs his spine.

“Yes, his girlfriend. That’s not important now though. You boys need to explain the rules of Modest! and alert the boy of what he is to fulfill, the things James didn’t fulfill, and what---” he’s suddenly cut off by a voice from in-between the doorway, and Niall’s thoughts of the band’s old drummer, James, are interrupted.

“Um, sir, they’re here. Traffic seemed to be rather in their favor, so they’ve arrived early.” a man sporting a navy track suit informs them.

Ron gives a solid nod and the boys all get to their feet, dusting themselves off and trying out their best greetings.

Slowly, a thin shaggy haired boy steps from the hall, a large smile pasted on his lips.