A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Who's Afraid of the Dark?

LENNON'S POV

I woke up to my phone ringing.

Incoming Call: Harry

Did these boys have lives?

"Hello?" I said, groggily, rubbing my eyes.

"Hey Lennon, come over please."

"Harry, I was just there yesterday and I just woke up."

"But we miss you," he pleaded.

"What's the real reason?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, see you in a bit!"

"Harry wai--" the line went dead. Well played Harry, well played.

I slowly flung my legs over the edge of my bed and stretched out my arms. I made my way over to my exploded suitcase and changed into a pair of red skinny jeans with a chambray shirt tucked into them. I wore a long, dreamcatcher necklace and my brown riding boots. I straightened my hair, nothing had changed in a few years so it still took ages to straighten. I put on eyeliner and mascara and I put on my grandma's bracelet from her wedding, it was my good luck charm. I took one final look in the mirror, floofing my hair, and then grabbed my bus pass, some money, and my phone.

Harry wasn't answering his phone so I couldn't ask of they needed food. I didn't have much money, so I skipped the food and went straight towards the flat, hoping I could raid the boys' pantry when I got there.

I knocked on the door and it creaked open, eerily. I didn't like this already. I stepped into the flat. All of the lights were off and all of the shades on the windows were down and closed. It was pitch black.

I quickly fiddled with my phone, finding the flashlight app. I had it shining all around the room but there was no sign of any of the boys. I didn't like this one bit. Every step I took, it seemed, was closer to certain death. I hate scary things, get me out of here.

I hesitantly walked further into the kitchen until I felt someone slip their hand onto my waist. I was about to scream but they put their hand over my mouth. Slowly, I was turned around until I was face to face with one of the boys. Even though it was dark, I knew it was Niall. I quietly turned my phone off and slipped it into my back pocket focusing all my attention on him.

"Don't scream," he whispered, taking his hand off of my mouth.

I could not form any words as his grip on my waist got tighter, I just nodded my head. My eyes finally adjusted and I could see his face, his eyes, his shaggy blonde hair; I was completely mesmerized.

"Lennon?"

I swallowed hard, "mhhhmmm," was all I managed to say, nodding my head like an idiot. For some reason, as soon as he put his hands onto my waist, I was in a trance. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. I was staring at his lips as he formed his next words.

"I.. umm... well," he stuttered. He shook his head and took one of his hands off of my waist. I almost sighed until he gently placed it onto the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, Niall was going to kiss me, this was actually happening. He slid his hand back down to my waist and I placed my arms over his shoulders, interlocking my fingers behind his neck. I closed my eyes and leaned my head in.

"BOO!" Harry said, turning on the lights. "Oh, ummm, sorry," he said turning the lights back off and running out. Niall was currently on one side of the kitchen while I was on the other. As soon as Harry came in, we both jumped away from each other as fast as possible, but not fast enough, seeing as Harry noticed. Knowing Harry, all the boys probably knew that we were about to kiss too.

Niall walked over to the edge of the kitchen, turned the light on, and walked out, rubbing the back of his head and mumbling a sorry.

Get ready for another long while when Niall won't talk to me.

NIALL'S POV

I hate Harry.

Lennon was right there, she was about to kiss me. Wait, did that mean that she wanted to kiss me, that she liked me? Thanks to Harry, I guess I won't know now.

I walked into the hallway getting ready to be made fun of.

For some reason, Harry decided that he was going to scare Lennon, so before she got here, he turned all the lights off and hid. I had my own plans. I needed to know if Lennon still liked me. I guess my plan worked and I think she still likes me but I wanted to kiss her, I have wanted to since the day she left Ireland two years ago. I don't why I even went out with Stacy, how could I be so stupid?

I was knocked out of my thoughts by Harry's mocking voice.

"What happened in there, mate?" he chuckled.

"Shut up!!"

"Lad, he's just kidding. So you kissed her?" Louis butted in.

"No."

"What do you mean no, I saw you," Harry practically yelled.

"Well we we're just about to until you chose that perfect time to come in," I yelled back.

Harry just rubbed the back of his head and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Lennon," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey Harry. Can we watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah, I'll set it up and you can make us sandwiches?" Harry said.

"Fine," she said, opening the fridge.

I chose this moment to sneak by and go into the other room, with all the boys following me.

Harry chose the scariest movie, like I told him to. We all sat down on the couch and even though it was a huge couch, we were all pretty squished. The only available room was in between the armrest and me.

LENNON'S POV

I almost tripped on something juggling the six plates stacked on top of each other as I walked into the family room. Someone had turned all the lights off again and the music coming from the t.v. was really creepy. There was something I didn't like about this.

"Little help?" I questioned, trying not to drop everything. I heard a shuffling of feet and half the plates were suddenly being taken away. I could finally see and the first thing I saw were Niall's hypnotizing blue eyes.

He gave me a weak smile and turned to give out the sandwiches. I gave out the ones I had and looked at the couch. There was only enough room for one more person. Niall and I stared at each other simultaneously.

"Go on," Liam said. I gave him a confused look as Niall grabbed the seat, squishing next to Harry so there was a small space leftover. Was that for me?

I was sure it was when Harry said, "Ya gonna sit?"

I slowly walked over to the couch and cautiously sat down. There was definitely not enough room. I glanced over at Niall who was playing with the DVD remote. I shot my head up to the tv and saw the title. THE SIXTH SENSE?!??

No, no, no. Not again. I went to get up but Niall put his hand in front of me.

"It's okay," he whispered. I sighed loudly and fell back into the back of the couch. This was gonna suck.