Someday My Prince Will Come...

Fairytales are made up. They can never be reality. But when 17-year old Olivia Lourdes meets famous boy group, One Direction at an airport, will her Prince Charming be found?


6. Chapter 5-Niall

Niall When the phone hung up, I noticed the giant amount of butterflies swarming in my stomach. At the airport, when Paul walked her to the toilets, the boys were crowded around me. I peeked through, just able to see her. She had beautiful brunette hair, sparkling blue eyes and olive skin. She seemed small, maybe 5,3 or 5,4. She didn’t notice me, because the area was crowded. I’d opened my big mouth, and said, ‘woah.’ But Paul had thought it was Harry. Harry happily took the blame, even though he knew it was me. Then when she came back out, she’d bumped into him and they were talking and…and I knew when he uncapped that sharpie pen, that my chances with this girl were gone. I’d never see her again. If I did, it would be as Harry’s girlfriend. But as it turned out, he’d given the girl, Olivia, my number.  Half an hour later, I went to Louis and Harry’s room. I pounded on the door, but it wasn’t Harry that answered. It was Louis. “Hey, Niall.” “Hi. Have you seen Harry?” Louis nodded. “Yeah, he’s in the shower. I’ve got to go find Liam, he’s got something of mine.” As Louis left the room, Harry walked out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair turned straight by the water. “What were you thinking?” I burst out. He turned to look at me, a frown on his face. “Excuse me?” “You gave her my number because you knew I liked her. Harry, just because I haven’t had many girlfriends, and you’ve had too many, doesn’t mean I’m not capable of pulling a girl. I’m not a kid, I’m older than you.” Harry sat down on one of the beds. “I know you’re not a kid, and I never said you aren’t capable. I know you’re capable of it, your Niall. But in the moment, it was now or never. I don’t like her. She’s a nice girl, sure, but she’s not for me. I never walked over to her, preparing to write my number on her hand. My whole plan was to write your number on her hand. Aren’t you glad you never lost her forever? You have a chance, Niall. Don’t ignore it.” Harry spoke softly, his eyes gentle. I had no idea what to say. I licked my lips and nodded. “Thank you.” He nodded back. As I turned to leave the room, he spoke. “How did you find out?” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see. “Usually when you give a girl a number, they ring expecting Harry Styles, only to be given Niall Horan.” He let out a chuckle. “She just wants to tell you that the beach party starts at seven.” "Then you'll see her there, won't you." Harry winked at me, my cheeks flushing red. I knew tonight would be special. 

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