Black And White //N.H

34.

Niall's POV

"Ready to head?" I asked Emily later that day. "Yes, let me get my jacket," she walks over to the couch grabbing her black jean jacket before throwing it on. "Gosh, I'm so excited! I've never seen them play live before. Or once, but that was a practice so it doesn't count." She's rambling on and on about the team, and I can't help but smile at how adorable she is. "Wait, I don't have a shirt. Do you think we have time to get one?" She asks me when we get down to the car I rented. "Yeah, I'll fix it," I say, opening the car door for her, letting her in, before shutting it and walking over to the driver seat. "Who's your favorite player on the team?" She asks, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. This was a side of her I've never seen before, sure we had watched football and sport together before, but it was usually some team from England, and she didn't find that as exciting I guess. "Maybe Iniesta or Racitić, but they're all amazing. What about you? Any players I should look out for?" I joke, taking her hand once I'm done backing up. "I love Ter Stegen, he's so freaking good," she says, making me smile. Of course she would like a player who wasn't even that much involved. I'm a little happy she didn't say Messi or something like that, because it's so simple. "He's great, yeh."

"Sweets, what jersey do you want?" I ask her when we arrive at the stadium. "I'm buying my own jersey, and I'm definitely getting Ter Stegen," she says, walking up to me and taking my hand. "Em, I get the shirts for free," I tell her walking towards the back of the stadium where we're met by a bodyguard in black clothes. "Mr. Horan, nice to meet you. You must be the girlfriend. Follow me," he says and I smile. He leads us through the corridors, and Emily is looking around in awe, even though the walls are all black. I smirk, and look away trying not to laugh. We meet another guy, this one in a suit. "Mr. Horan, pleasure to have you here, I'm Josep," he says and shakes my hand. Who else than the president would it be. "The pleasure is all mine. This is my girlfriend, Emily," I tell him, pulling her a little forward. "Hi, nice to meet you," she tells him, shaking his hand. "You as well. Ready to get some jerseys on and watch the match?" He asks, motioning for us to follow him. "Yeh, it's gonna be a sick match," I say, still holding onto Emily's hand. "Yes, hoping we win today. Now, just walk over to the lady over there, and she will find the exact jerseys you want," the president says and I nod. We walk over, and I ask for an Iniesta shirt. Before I can ask Emily what she wants she's speaking with the lady in fluent spanish, at least as far as I'm concerned. The lady nods and walks away. "I didn't know you could speak spanish," I tell her, frowning. She shrugs, and before she can say anything the lady is back with our shirts. We get shown our seats, which are close to the pich, where we can see everything. "This is amazing, Niall. I love it and I love you," she says and leans in to me resting her head on my shoulder. "Love you to, sweets," I say, pressing a small kiss on the top of her head.

When the match starts, Emily gets even more excited. She's cheering, shouting and admiring the way they play. I try to concentrate but after a couple of seconds looking at the pitch, my eyes drift back to the girl beside me. She doesn't notice, and I'm glad because if she did she would probably tell me off and say that I need to pay attention. When Barca scores, she jumps up, draggin me with her. When Real scores she groans, and hides her face in my shoulder. "Shit, that was fun," she says when the match is done. Barcelona won with one goal, the score ending up being three-two. She gets up from her seat but I pull her back down. "If you want we can play a little footie," I tell her nodding over at the pitch. "Like, we're allowed to or like we're going to sneak out on the pitch?" she asks me, and I laugh. "We're allowed to, don't worry." I tell her and she smiles and nods. We wait til the stadium is cleared out before we get down to the pitch. I get a ball from the sideline and we start passing it back and forth. Emily has the biggest smile on her face, and I don't think I've ever seen her having this fun. "We should probably head," I tell her after some time and she nods, before jogging over to me. "Dinner?" she asks and looks at the time on her phone. "From room service, I'm tired," she continues and a yawn escapes her lips. "Yeh, that sounds nice," I tell her and put my arm around her shoulder. We're heading through a corridor when I hear my name being said and I turn around. "Can we just take a quick picture for our Instagram account?" It's Josep, and he's accompanied by Lionel Messi and Neymar, both of the soccer players looking at me like they would much rather like to be on their way home, and to be honest I don't blame them. "Yeh, no problem," I say and walk over to them. Em is following me close by, a little shy. Josep disappears without saying anything so I turn to the players standing in front of me. "Nice to meet you, I'm Niall," I tell the players before shaking their hands. "And you are?" Messi said, looking at Emily. Again she starts up with her spanish, and I stand and watch in awe, not entirely understanding, but I do hear Emily and novia so I'm guessing she's introducing herself. They continue to talk for a minute and I stand there, not really knowing what to do. Josep comes back and I smile at him. "Ready? If you could stand by that wall over there, that would be great. Niall in the middle and then you two on each side, just like that," Josep says and we pose. He takes a couple of photos before he nods at us, letting us move. Messi says something to Emily and she nods, saying something back. Emily comes over and hands me her phone, with the camera app open. I take the hint and snap a couple of pictures of the three.

"Ok, so you definitely need to teach me spanish," I tell Emily when we're back in the car. "And I will, as soon as you give me those guitarlessons." I smile but nod at her. "We'll get started when we're back in London, I promise you," I tell her while we're driving. "Wanna just drive around for a while?" I ask her, and she nods. She takes out her phone and syncs it with the car before starting a playlist. "Are we really listening to Hannah Montana?" I ask her when she puts on The Best of Both Worlds. "Not with that attitude, no," she says before switching over to a song I haven't heard in years. It's She Came In Through The Bathroom Window. I've always loved the song, but I forget about it. Emily starts humming along, her voice soft and sweet. I would love to do a duet with her sometime but I know she'll never agree to it. "I like this song," I say as I glance over at her. "Yeah," she breathes out, a small smile playing on her lips. "I want to make a song like that once. One that sticks around, you know? That will go on and on," I look back at the road while talking, trying my best not to get distracted by her. "You don't think you have made one of those types of songs?" she asks and I shake my head. Sure, I had some hits while in the band, but nothing too big. "Nialler, do you have any idea how big you and the boys actually were?" She pushes on and I nod. "Yeh, or I guess. We made a couple of great songs, but none of them is going to last for years and years," I tell her, and look down at the GPS I put on before starting the drive. "Bullshit, of course they are. Your fans will play it to their kids, and then to their grandkids. Same with your new music that's coming out," she says making me roll my eyes a little. "First of, you're my girlfriend you have to say that, secondly, how can you possibly know that? Do you think The Beatles went in and thought 'Oh let's produce a legendary song today', because they probably didn't," I say a little annoyed. I don't even know why I'm annoyed, she hasn't said anything wrong, and even if she did why would that annoy me. "Love, they definitely didn't walk into the studio and thought let's record a shitty song, either. And how can you know that your songs won't be well known in thirty years?" she retorts and I shrug, pulling up to a small parking lot. "I don't know," I mumble, and take the key out of the ignition, before opening the door, and start walking.

"Niall, what are you doing? I thought we were going for a quick drive and then back to the hotel," Em says when she catches up with me. "I wanted to show you something. I could probably show you at the hotel as well but I thought this would be nice," I tell her and take her hand leading her into the small forest. "Sometimes I seriously think you're going to kill me," she mumbles under my breath, and I laugh. She looks up surprised, as she obviously didn't think I would hear. "Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you I probably would hide you a lot more so the media didn't know we're dating." She smiles and shakes her head at my joke.

AN// Yeah I support Barcelona, who would have thought, huh?