Niall Horan my prince charming by Vero M. (i can read book club .TXT) 📕

was practicing my solo before.” He says. “I love when you’re singing. I get these goosebumps.” You say. He giggles. “I want to see your goosebumps.” He says. “Sing to me then. Oh! Niall, sing my favourite solo.” You say. “Okay.” He says and smiles. “If I’m louder would you see me? Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me? Cause we are the same, you saved me, when you leave it’s gone again.” He sings. “I fell love again. Shit.” You whisper. “And I got those goosebumps again!” you say. He bursts into laugh. “Show me.” He says. You show him your hand. “This is cute.” He says. Then you yawn. “Oh God, you have to go to sleep.” He says. “It’s only 2 AM.” You say. “WHAT? You have to go to school.” He says. You shrug. “Go to bed. And take me with you.” He says. “What?” you ask. “Take the computer with you. I’m not ready to sleep alone yet.” He mumbles. You smile. You take Niall’s pillow – it still has his scent. You put your computer on your pillow and you look at Niall smiling at you. “Goodnight, love.” He whispers. “Goodnight, Niall.” You say and shut your eyes. 

You open your eyes and see Niall sleeping. His head is on his computer’s keyboard. He has glued a note on his forehead. “I watched you sleeping for hours. You’re so beautiful. I love you. And now go to school. Have a nice day, dear.” It says. You look at him. He’s so close to the screen. “I love you too.” You whisper. You kiss his lips through the screen and shut your computer down.

You go to school and realize that you’re the most popular girl after the concert when Niall asked you to come on stage. Now everyone’s talking about you. You even have some “new friends”. “Hey, so you and Niall are together?” a girl who called you fat two months ago asks. “Yes, we are.” You say. What’s the point of lying? Everyone knows. “What is he like? How did you meet?” she asks. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You say and walk away. Why should you talk about your life? It’s not their business. “Hello, (Y/N).” one of the most handsome boys at your school says. “Hello.” You say. “Why are you talking to me?” you laugh. “I don’t know. Just thought that maybe you would like to come out with me?” he asks. You stop and look at him. “You know, Caspar, I was totally in love with you a year ago, but then you didn’t think anything about asking me out. Why now?” you ask. He shrugs and smiles idiotically. Now you realize that he’s just a beautiful jerk who has nothing else inside. He’s just gorgeous and that’s it. “No, I don’t want to go out with you.” You say. “You’re rude.” He says. You ignore him and walk away. “You and Niall Horan? Freak and a total sex god?” a girl pushes you. “Hey! Watch out! It’s my best friend you’re pushing!” Diana shouts and takes your hand. “Hello, miss.” She smiles. “How are you?” she asks. You look at her and smile. “I’m fine, thank you. And you?” You say. “I would be better if my best friend told me that she’s with Niall Horan. No, it’s actually not important at all. He’s just a boy. Just an ordinary boy. He just has more than 6 million followers on Twitter. He is in a band with four SEX GODS!” she shouts. “Stop it, please.” You whisper. “A total geek and a bloody sexy beast?” she asks. “Okay, stop.” You say. She looks at you apologetically. “I’m sorry.” She says and takes your hand. “He’s an ordinary boy. He likes to read. He likes to talk to me. He likes me just the way I am.” I say. “Who do we have here?” a bunch of girls shout. “How did you, small grey mouse, get Niall Horan?” one of them asks. “Leave her alone.” Diana says. “They’re not together. I heard that (Y/N) was just a lucky fan. She was just picked out and the boys sang her a song. I’m sure the boys have already forgotten her.” A girl says. “Yeah, she’s right.” You say. “You can calm down. I was just lucky.” You say. “Good. Because Niall Horan is too good for a freak like you.” She says. “Yeah…Perhaps.” you mumble. They walk away. “Why did you say that?” Diana asks. “Because I don’t want any questions. I don’t want Caspar Rogers to ask me out. I don’t want to explain why and when and how and who and where! I don’t!” you say and walk away. You would have never thought that this may be so hard. You would have never believed that one day you’re just a small invisible (Y/N) and the next day you’re everyone’s best friend or  worst enemy. You go to the bathroom and burst into tears. You take your phone and look at Niall’s picture. “I wish you’d be here.” You whisper. You pick his number and call. “Hellou! Niall Horan over here. If you hear this message, it means I can’t talk to you at the moment. Obviously. Leave me a message after this weird beep. My time is running out. OkayIloveyoubye.” It says. The bell rings and you leave the bathroom. You try to ignore everyone at school the whole day, even Diana.

When you arrive home, you lie down on your bed and shut your eyes. “I can’t do this.” You say. “I wish all these characters from my books would be real.” You say. Then your phone starts ringing. “Niall?” you shout. “No, sorry, it’s me Diana.” You hear your best friend’s voice. “Are you OK?” she asks. “Yes, yeah. I am.” You say. There’s a long silence between us until she starts speaking. “Um, anyway, I just wanted to tell you that you should go on Twitter.” She says. “Why?” you ask. “Just go.” She says. “See you tomorrow?” she asks. “Yes, of course.” You say. When you hang up, you quickly log onto Twitter. “What?” you say. You have over 100,000 new followers. You had 70 followers before and most of them were some kind of porn stars. “Oh My God.” You say. Niall has tweeted something about you. A picture! A fucking picture of you sleeping. “I will kill you.” You whisper. “Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she lovely? Oh my god, she’s awkward, ugly, freak and shitty.” You shout. “Not lovely.” You mumble. And how are you supposed to be at school now? You were just a lucky fan?

 

You open your eyes and look at your phone. No missed calls. No messages. You get dressed and go to school. Everything is the same. You’re still the most popular girl at school. But you ignore everything. It’s not their business. You just have to be you. If you don’t talk about it, they will forget it soon. Toilet is going to be the place you’re spending most of your spare time. You sit in girl’s toilet and listen to Niall’s voice on your phone. When you’re about to call the millionth time, someone picks up. “(Y/N)?” you hear Niall’s voice. “Niall?” you whisper. “Hey, you know, I forgot my charger at home. I’m such a moron…” He mumbles. “Niall, I miss you.” You sob and ignore everything he said. “Are you OK?” he asks. “Yeah.” You lie. “No, you’re not. I can feel it.” He says. “How are you?” you ask and try to change the subject. “I’m fine. But (Y/N), I’ll call you later. You have to tell me.” He insists. “I’m fine, Niall, really.” You say. “Okay, I have to go, but I love you.” He says. “I love you too and I’m going to kill you because of that picture.” You laugh. “Oh My! Everyone liked it – the boys, Paul, Lou. Lux adored it!” he says. “Oh God.” You mumble. “I miss you, (Y/N). I’ll call you later.” He says.

 

You sit on your couch at the library. You look out of the window and think of how you used to sit here with Niall. You think how everything has changed. Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different. You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. “Hello?” you say. “Hey, sweetheart.” Niall cheers. “Hey.” You mumble. “Vas happenin?” he shouts. “I’m at the library.” He says. “Oh, what are you reading?” he asks. “The book you bought me. It’s brilliant.” You say. “You’re sad.” He says. You don’t know what to say. “No, I’m just tired.” You say. “Have you read the Notebook?” he asks. “No, I don’t want to read it without you.” You say. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asks. “Uh, Niall, I don’t know how to say it and I don’t want to say it.” You say. “Please.” He begs. “I have to know.” He whispers. “Everything has changed. People are acting weird. And it’s all because I’m with you.” You say. “What do you mean?” he asks. “I’m not that grey little nerd at school. Popular people are talking to me.” You say. “Well, that’s a good thing.” He says. “Yeah. Yes, of course.” You mumble sarcastically. “Okay, they’re talking to you in a good way?” he asks. “Some of them.” You mumble. “Some?” he asks. “Some of them don’t.” you say. “Boys are asking me out. There was a boy, Caspar. I liked him very much last year but he never noticed me. Now he just wanted to go out with me! It’s insane.” You whisper. “WHAT?” Niall shouts. “And what did you say?” he asks. “Of course I’m not going on a date with him. You don’t get what I’m trying to say…” You say. “I knew it!” he shouts. “I’m coming home.” He says. “What?” you mumble. “I don’t know. I can’t lose you. I’m coming home.” He mumbles. “What? Wait. But your tour?” you ask. “It can wait. They can perform without me! I don’t care. I love you so much and I can’t let other boys steal you from me!” he yells and you hear how he’s throwing his things into his suitcase. “No, Niall, calm down.” You say. “Boys are asking you out and I have been away only 2 days! And you’re telling me to calm down?” he swoons. “Niall, you didn’t get the point. They’re doing this because of you. They’re doing this because you thought I was good enough to date. And well, you are someone…special…” you mumble. “This is so wrong!” he says. “I don’t care, Niall. I have you.” You say. “Yes, you do. And I love you.” He says. “I love you too.” You whisper.

 

You open your eyes because of a message. “23 days more. I love you.” The message says. You smile. Even though it’s 3 AM at the place where Niall is, every morning you get a message from him saying how many days have left until he comes back home. You still ignore people at school and try to focus on your studies. You’re alone all the time, even Diana has found new friends. But you don’t think about it. It’s her choice.

 

Your classes have ended and you’re walking on the street. You’re searching for Niall’s flat where he’s living with Harry. “It has to be his.” You say and take the keys. You open the door and walk in. Everything is quiet. You enter the first room and see Harry’s picture with his mother and sister on the wall. “This must be Harry’s room.” You whisper. The next room is cute and a little bit messy. This must be Niall’s. You sit on his bed and look around. Some of his clothes are still on his bed. You put your head on his pillow and stare at the ceiling. Was he