To Holly With Love...

And Irish Soccer player named Holly is all about the game and nothing can change that until a soccer tournament that takes her to England also takes her one step closer to finding true love but will Holly take her head of the game for long enough to see whats right in front of her. This is not my story its by a friend of mine her stories are amazing and I thought some people on here my like to read them she is amazing they are all #imagines!! Follow her on Twitter for her others at @MA_1directioner She is an amazing Girl and very creative.

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5. Chapter 5

Niall's P.O.V.:
I fidgeted as I headed to pick her up, where should I wait? In the car? Go in?


I pulled in, and decided to get out of the car but wait against the door.


Holly's P.O.V.:
I rushed to shower and change ( http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_209/set?id=58785063# ) I didn't know what to expect, honestly.


My heart raced as I finished tying one boot. The girls noticed my pace with eyebrows raised.


Stephenie: Late for something?
Holly: I'm going out for the afternoon.
Fiona: Really?
Holly: Don't act so surprised!
Lilly: Well we are, your always on the field the whole night before a game.
Holly: Well, its different now.


I grabbed my bag, they followed behind me. My stomach twisted in nerves of what to expect, until I saw him.


The girls chatted behind me, which creased the moment they saw Niall leaning against his car, smiling at me. I looked back at them, winked.


Holly: Don't wait up for me, I'm coming back here after.
Fiona: Football robot.
Holly: Love you too.


I jogged over to Niall, my confidence beamed as he kissed my cheek again.


Niall: Hey
Holly: Hi


I could feel their stares fixated on us.


Niall: How are you?
Holly: Fantastic. You?
Niall: Even better now.


I felt my face burn, looking out the window to hid my smile. He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot.


Holly: So where are we going?
Niall: You'll see.


We drove rather silently, he would sing along to a song occasionally, but other than that, nothing. And it actually felt nice. There was no need for awkward conversation.


When we finally stopped, I looked around. We were in a downtown area, few people walked around. Niall got out of the car and I followed him to the sidewalk.


Niall: Ready?
Holly: As I'll ever be.
Niall: You'll like this, trust me.


He opened the door to a small building, and inside were rows and rows of old vintage records. In awe, I walked in, my hand passing over a few on tables.


Holly: These are amazing, Niall...Niall?


I looked around for him, then music started. Walking around an aisle, Niall studied a record jacket, looking at the tracks.


Holly: Frank Sinatra?
Niall: Very good. See you listen to music.
Holly: He's a classic, and everyone loves the classics.
Niall: Very true...


I pawed through a box, selecting a random one to play. It was slow, obviously meant for a romantic occasion. Without seeming to think about it, Niall pulled me near and turned us in a small circle.


I laid my head on his chest, feeling his heart beat. He hummed the tune, resting his has against the top of mine. We stayed like this for the entire record.


Niall: Tell me something,
Holly: Ok,
Niall: Do you believe in fate?


I looked up at, unsure.


Holly: I guess...I mean I think that somethings were just meant to happen. Others not so much, but overall yes.
Niall: Do you think it was fate when we met?


I smiled, looking down for a moment, then back up meeting his eyes.


Holly: I hope so...


He smirked again, touching foreheads with me, our noses brushing. His voice was practically a whisper.


Niall: Me too.


I smiled in response, feeling his hand at my waist tighten, and his other hand move to the back of my neck. And then his lips on mine.


My heart raced and my breath caught deep in my throat. He held me tightly against him.


If only we'd known just across the street, cameras were hidden, snapping shots of our moment.

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