200 miles - Narry

Chapter 3

Niall: Wait is your last name actually Miller?

Me: Nah it's Styles

Niall: Harry Miller sounded way too American anyways...

I accidentally let out a small giggle, quickly looking around and trying to see if anyone heard it. I sigh in relief when I don't see any people around in the small cafe, and I decide I should finally leave. I've been trying to for the past ten minutes but I got stuck messaging with Niall.

Me: I'm heading home now, finally. Got stuck here because of you

Niall: Sorry I'm disturbing you, Harry Miller

Me: That's okay, Niall Something

Niall: Horan

Me: I like that. Sounds Irish

Niall: It should! I reckon Niall Styles sounds like a porn star name though

Me: What? Don't say things like that when I'm in public, I laughed out loud.

Niall: Sorry Miller. But what do you reckon?

Me: I reckon you shouldn't be talking about taking my last name at least before you take me out on a date.

Niall: Yeah you're right, I guess it's too fast.

Me: I've typed so much my thumbs hurt

Niall: Use your toes then

Me: And walk with my hands, huh?

Niall: I don't see why not. Are you stretchy?

Me: Not particularly. Why?

Niall: That's a shame. Comes in handy when you're shagging

Me: Stop it

Niall: Still in public? Sorry

Me: You're a perv

Niall: I thought you liked it :(

Me: You being a perv?

Niall: Me awkwardly trying to flirt with you.

Me: Wait so you were flirting

Niall: Maybe?

Niall: What if I was?

Niall: Or am?

Niall: Does it bother you?

Me: I just don't get why you would...

I'm just turning to my home street, almost reaching my house. I feel my phone buzzing in my hand but I'm too scared to see what Niall answered so I shove my phone down to my pocket, running to my front door and opening it.

"Mum?" I call after stepping inside but there's only a silence, implying she is still at work.

"No mum then," I sigh to myself and take off my shoes. I feel my phone buzzing again but I ignore it, instead going to the living room and laying down on the couch, for a moment just staring at the ceiling and wondering what I'm doing exactly.

I think it's safe to say I have somehow managed to grow some inexplicable feelings for Niall. I know I don't know him, I know we haven't even talked on the phone yet. But whenever we are talking, it feels like I've known this boy for ages.

Talking with Niall is easy, he makes me forget who I am. I'm not the shy and awkward boy anymore, instead I'm more confident and I speak up my mind. I reckon it's Niall who has this impact on me because I've never been so open and comfortable talking to someone before, not in a long time at least.

My phone buzzes again and I realise it must be Niall, texting the third or fourth time. I pull my phone out, opening our chat and quickly reading his messages.

Niall: What do you mean?

Niall: You're hot and I like you. Why wouldn't I be flirting?

Niall: Don't take that the wrong way, I mean you're funny and flirting is fun.