Ariana Rae Krallem was your average 17 year old. She was 5'6", somewhat tan, had beautiful long brown hair, dazzling chocolate brown eyes, and was all over a very beautiful girl with a beautiful heart of gold. She was very insecure though. Her life was pretty normal. Her father was dead, though. She lived with her mother and 12 year old brother Liam. But when their world is turned upside down, and the family's house is destroyed, the Krallem family is forced to flee from their home and live in a fancy 5 star hotel until ready to either rebuild their fire-ruined house or buy a new one. When Ariana finds herself in the wrong room, she comes face to face with two boys from the worlds most popular boy band, One Direction. She flees instantly, her insecurities and fears coming to life. But when she catches the eye of one of the boys, and accidentally leaves her phone behind, will her life be changed forever?


17. Who Let The Paps Out?

Woah. What. I took a minute or two to process what Niall had just said to me. Did he really just..? Yes. Niall James Horan had really just asked me, Ariana, to be his girlfriend. My mouth dropped down and formed into the shape of an 'O', and I could tell humor glimmered within Niall's eyes. Was he for real? This.. this felt like such a dream. I almost wanted to pinch myself to see if this was reality, but I knew it was. I was so dazed that I must've been staring at Niall for what felt like a few minutes before I cleared up my thoughts. I looked down at the floor and then back up at Niall, my eyes connecting with his. A smile danced upon my face as I noted the longing in Niall's eyes. "Yes, Niall." I answerd slowly but surely, keeping it short and sweet because other wise I might've let out a blood curtling scream.  

Niall welcomed me into a big hug and I couldn't help but let a few free flowing tears cascade down my rosy cheeks as I embraced his hug favorably. Of course they were happy tears, why would I be sad? As we pulled away I quickly brush the few tears away with my hand, my smile growing wider. It almost felt like my face was numb from smiling so wide. Niall's fingertips gently grazed mine and before I knew it I enclosed our hands together, looking up at him. "Shall we head back to the lads?" Oh god, I almost forgot. I chuckled gently and nodded my head as we presumed forward. I couldn't wait to hear what Louis had to say about this.  

Niall squeezed my hand as we entered into the studio. All four boys stopped and looked at us holding hands, and immediately they all lit up. All except for Louis, that is. He infact almost held a creepy glare, his smirk just redefining how creepy he truly looked. "Alright, Louis, get out all your screams now while we're ahead." I shot at him, making everyone in the studio, including the music producers, laugh. And right on queue, Louis burst into a fit of screams. "OHMYGOD NIALL AND ARIANA ARE SO CUTE! AHHH ARIANA IS SO PRETTY I WANT HER HAIR AND HER FACE!" He yelled, running around and jumping about. Sadly, that is how some fans have reacted to the boys' girlfriends before. "OMG I SO SHIP NARIANA FOR LIFE THOUGH!!! LIKE OH WOW. ARIALL OR NARIANA FOR LIFE!" He screamed and finally ceased, giving a dramatic bow at the end. The boys were all laughing and I just clapped sarcastically. "Ha ha very funny, Carrotboy." I retorted. Heh, Carrotboy. I was clever. "In all realness, though, I think I can say on behalf of all of us we are happy for you two." Liam announced, giving me an innocent smile in reassurance. Leave it to Liam to be so responsible despite Louis being older.  

"Guys you can go for the day. We have all recordings we need for now." Robert announced and with that, all boys raced out. Niall and I slowly strolled out in a calm manor, not caring the boys seemed like they were miles ahead. "So, we have the rest of the day off..." Niall mumbled. "I was thinkin', wanna go to the beach?" I looked up at him and nodded excitedly. "Yes! Definitely, that would be so much fun!" I squealed, giving him a big side hug as we continued walking down the never-ending hallway. "Alright. We'll go back to the hotel, get ready and go?" He suggested and I nodded as we finally reached the back exit of the place. We snuck out, going unnoticed by fans, and got into the van with ease.  

-An Hour Later-  

I had arrived at my hotel room about 45 minutes ago, almost not surviving when the boys got mobbed by screaming girls. I noted the confusion in some of their faces as I clung to Niall rather scared, then the jealousy that followed. Haters gonna hate. I had gotten ready in this span of time. I wore on the first layer my new bikini, a plain white top with encrusted jewels all over with a light sky blue bottom. The next 'layer' of clothing I wore was a neon yellow crop top with a pink heart and a pair of short shorts that were decorated to look like the sky. On my feet I just wore some cheap flip flops. I had straightened my hair and put on a natural wave of make up, not wanting to over do it.  

I made my way out of my hotel room, glad my mother decided to go out with Liam for the day. My brother was in desperate need of support and my mother supplied it so well. Before I could even walk across to Niall's door, he had flung it open and greeted me with a warm hug, digging his face in my neck. I felt his warm breath drench my neck and it made goosebumps frolic upon my skin. It made my heart race and I couldn't help but smile. "Ready?" I chirped and he nodded, taking my hand in his and walking down to the lift, all the boys slowly trailing behind us. So the rest of the lads were coming to? I couldn't wait, quite honestly.

When we got into the lift, it took us down for what felt like forever. Why were elevators so slow sometimes? Finally, I heard the ever satisfying 'DING' and the doors slowly but surely opened us up to the lobby. Immediately we were spotted by a small group of about 6 girls, though their screams sounded like the chorus of a million. The boys generously signed autographs and took pictures and I just stood in the background patiently, my eyes glued to Niall. As the fans took pictures with him he chatted them up and I couldn't help but smile like an idiot once again. He was so good to the fans.  

The boys said their goodbyes and the fans watched as I reconnected with the group, linking my arm with Niall's. I could see what almost looked to be anger flourishing on their faces, and I couldn't help but giggle. People could be so immature. We made our way out of the hotel lobby and surprisingly we weren't bombarded by the paps, as the lads called them. That was good, I didn't want to be bombarded by the press... Just yet.  

We made our way into the van and all arranged ourselves in the seats. Louis was in the passangers seat opposite Paul, who was driving us. In the middle section sat Harry, Liam and Zayn and Niall and I sat in the back. The whole way I had myself leaned up against Niall, my head snuggled into his shoulder. Maybe we'd only been together for a few hours, but I coudn't help expressing the inner lovebug in me. And let's face it, this boy was cuddle material. The whole ride the boys were singing their songs and when I knew one, I would sing along in the higher octave harmony. The boys a few times joked that I should be the 6th member, but honestly I wouldn't deny that oppurtunity. "But then it wouldn't be One Direction anymore. It'd be Two Directions, since there's two genders." I joked at one point. Lame, yes. But Niall had a good laugh at it and I didn't care.   

When we arrived at the beach I squeezed Niall's hand, nervousness fluttering about me. There seemed to be a lot of people at the beach today, what if they were crazy fans who would literaly consider killing me? Niall could tell I was nervous and gently he planted his soft pink lips atop of my nose. It made my heart melt and I could've sworn I almost felt a spark flow in between us. It sent shivers down my spine.  

We all climbed out of the van rather unsmoothly, Zayn had tripped and almost fell to the ground if he hadn't caught himself. I stifled a laugh. Niall gently looped his arm around my waist and whisked me away from everyone else. Well, I guess we were going to go for a walk then. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked down at me and smiled back, his eyes dancing with little ringlets of warmth and love. I looked around at the beach, and to my surprise there actually weren't as many people as I had thought. Guess I was just overreacting.  

Niall brought me up to a small little area that was abandoned. It had a rock barrier, but sand was the flooring. A random little tree lay at the top of the 'barrier'. It was cute. He sat down on one of the larger boulders and patted the area next to him, inquiring I sit down next to him. And that, my friends, is just what I did. He draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close. I looked up at him and smiled. "You know, I'm still surprised you'd even give me a second glance." I admitted to him. I couldn't help but tell him that, it was bugging me. He was so perfect and I was so.. not. He shook his head, almost looking disgusted I said that. "Don't doubt yourself, Ariana. You are absolutely stunning. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, they're only jealous." He confirmed quickly. I couldn't shake the feeling he was warning me for future preference. Once 'Ariall' or 'Nariana' got out to the press, I was sure to be the target of attention. Great.  

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden 'click!' of cameras, the flashing lights and the many calls of Niall's name to look here or look there. Oh no, the paps. Noooo, this is exactly what I was afraid of. In a syncronized notion, both Niall and I snapped our heads up to look at each other, worry heavily traced in both of our glances. "Shit, we gotta run Ariana." He growled. "Another date interrupted." He scolded before taking my hand. We got up and started fast walking, until we realized how many paparazzi's there actully were. And let me tell you, when I say a lot, I mean tons. They were everywhere, they were in crowds! Niall and I started full out sprinting through the big crowd of flashing lights and Niall's name. "Niall who's that girl?! Is she your girlfriend!" I heard a few times. "Who's this nobody?" I even heard once. Harsh.  

We started to pick up our pace even more as we seemed to get deeper and deeper into shit. At one point, I felt my body cave in and I totally tripped, breaking my flip flop. Well if that didn't put a dent in the plan. Without much though to it Niall scooped me up into his arms, my back rested on one arm and my legs dangling from the other much like the famous bridal style you've seen so many times. And yes, this whole time he was running while holding me.   

We arrived at the van and I was thoroughly shocked that Niall still kept his breathing in tact. The other boys also were by the van and they all raced in. Guess we weren't the only ones disturbed. Niall and I were last to get in, he set me down on the seat then sat down himself, closed the door and we were off. "Man, I've never seen so many paps before!" Harry called, just as stunned as I was. "At least your used to this in the least bit. I almost had a panic attack!" I called, giving out the most well rounded laugh I could, though inside I was shaken. That was one hell of an experience.

 As we arrived at the hotel it was around 10:30. It took us a while to get back from the beach thanks to the oh so lovely traffic jam we ran into on the way home. We got into the hotel lobby and up the lift with no problem, getting down the hallway and to our rooms with ease. All the boys had said their goodnights to me and gone inside, but Niall stayed outside longer than them. We stood in the middle of the hallway, holding hands and standing close. Niall's forehead rested on mine, his nose gently brushing up against mine, his breath warm on my skin and might I add, very minty fresh. "I'm sorry our dates keep getting interrupted like this." He mumbled annoyedly and I just gently shook my head. "It's fine. It's kinda fun. It gives me a thrill." I admitted, giggling a bit. "Your giggle is adorable." He told me and I felt my cheeks grow warmer than a sidewalk mid-July.  

Niall's face seemed to gain on mine slightly and I felt my heart start to race like it had earlier. I was 17 almost 18 and I honestly had never had a first kiss. As our faces came closer I closed my eyes, leaning in as well. Before I knew it Niall's soft lips met mine ever so gently and slowly. I could feel him holding back slightly, maybe he could tell I was nervous. I started kissing him back with a little more force to give him the hint I was fine. He put a little more force on the kiss and then ever so slowly, we both pulled away. His eyes stared into mine when I opened them, a sheepish smile on my face. "Goodnight, Ariana." He cooed in his sweet Irish accent. "Goodnight, Niall." I mumbled.  

We both turned and parted ways into our seperate hotel rooms, his full of his friends, mine full of nothing but the sound of emptiness. Liam and my mother still must be out. By this time a satisfactorial grin sat smug on my face as I raced to my bedroom. I slammed the door and turned the lights on before jumping into my bed excitedly. Ladies and gentleman, I just had my first kiss with the one and only, Niall Horan.

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