Caffeine and Whites (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Caffeine and Whites (One Direction Fan Fiction)

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"Now, getting back to the question. What is the real name of 'Na na na Girl'?" Liam asked again. The lights dimmed and the spotlight was only on me, drums rolling in the background played as the room quieted. The beating of my heart, probably, audible at the silence; a lump in my throat formed causing me to choke a little. I swallowed hard, pushing it down, and looked at everybody straight in the eye as hard as I could, include the boys'. As if the world was put to a stop, as if it was the last time that 'Na na na Girl' would be here, I knew that change was coming. And it would be coming fast. "My name is," I started off, looking down slightly. I felt Niall's heart beat throb uncontrollably against his chest as I kept the suspense up, I looked up at everyone and gave them a warm smile. I knew that this wouldn't be the last; it would hardly be the beginning.
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Niall is sweet. More than sweet; he's cute, charming, and pretty perfect. At first, maybe a little too perfect. Ali meets him and likes him immediately, but feels that he might have too much of a boyish vibe around him... "I open the heavy door to find Niall standing in front of me. His blue eyes are burning. "What are you--" I'm cut off by his lips on mine as he pushes me into the wall behind the door. His fingers twist through my hair and pull so my face is angled upwards to meet his. I feel his teeth graze my bottom lip and bite down just hard enough to be painful in the most chilling way. His hips pin mine to the wall. He starts to pull away and I feel his smirk. "What was that about me being a little boy?" Then he simply turns on his heel and walks out the door, leaving me reeling and my bottom lip stinging from his rough kiss." Who knew a sweet boy from Ireland could be so captivating?

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