Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

13.

For the past hour we'd been telling stories of our lives to one another. We'd made it about half way through the wine bottle but after a little while I'd stopped refilling my glass and lay down on the bed because I flelt so exhausted.

I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard Nialls voice. I'd only known him a day but I would be able to know it was him from a mile away.

"Thank you," his soft voice whispered. His Irish accent stood out clearly and it made the butterflies in my stomach flutter a little.

I gathered enough energy to sit up and look at him. His blue eyes stared out the window admiring the statue of liberty that looked like it was floating on the water.

"What for?" I asked.

Niall turned his head. Maybe he thought I was asleep because he seemed a little surprised that I'd heard him. He didn't show it in his voice though.

"For treating me like a normal person, not like some famous guy who needs special attention," Niall shifted his body away from the window and towards me.

"Well you are a normal person," I told him.

He smiled as if to say at least someone thinks so and turns back towards the window.

I shuffle over on the bed to where he was sat and without thinking, put my hand on his arm just like I do whenever I have to comfort Liv. This makes him turn back around yet again.

"Listen to me, you are a normal person. But you're also part of the biggest boy band in the world. And if people treat you differently because of that then so what. At the end of the day, you're who you choose to be, not what other people say you are. It's like me. People who've only just met me would often call me shy and quiet but Liv would call me loud and bubbly. I'm not one of those people, I'm both. And it's the same with you. People just need to see that your still a normal person underneath all the fame."

I don't think of the words, they just come naturally but I still meant every single one.

I take my hand off his arm and go to move back to where I was laying before but my wrist is held tight by a warm hand.

"What?" I ask and turn back to him. His eyes scanned my face and hovered over my lips for a little to long.

"I just..." he doesn't finish though. He simply moves his head forward and attaches his lips to mine in an attempt to use actions instead of words to speak. It works, I understand exactly what he's trying to say.