One direction imagines

Hiii!<3 This is about One Direction ;)


31. Again, Nialler for Anna ;D


Today was your first day in London. Your senior class trip was a trip around Europe. You had already been to Germany, France, and Italy. The only two places left were here and Ireland. You were super excited that your parents let you go on this once-in-a-life-time trip. London was the perfect city in your eyes, and the British overload made you ecstatic. You love Britain and everything about it. You had hoped to live there some day. 

   You were walking around sight-seeing with your friends. They had gone into a little shop and said they’d be right out. You weren’t so interested in the shop, so you did some exploring of your own. You were happy to get away from them for awhile. Not that you hated them or anything, it’s just they were too loud and annoying sometimes. 

   You started walking down the pavement towards a little park. The sidewalk was packed. You weaved your way in and out, trying not to bump into anyone on the way. Your plan was working for awhile, but some idiot texting on his phone ran into you, causing you to tumble down. “Shit,” you mumbled. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I should have been watching where I was going,” the voice said. It sounded foreign. Of course all of the accents you heard for the past few weeks were foreign, but this was different. Irish. “It’s- it’s alright,” you said. You looked up to see a blonde boy with dark sunglasses and his hood up, barely exposing his face. He offered you his hand, and you quickly took it. He helped you up, and apologized again for the eighteenth time. “It’s really okay!” you said with a chuckle. “I’m Anna, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, babe. Your name is gorgeous, just like you.” You felt your face go red when he said this. “Can you keep a secret?” he asked you. You nodded your head. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the small park, behind a secluded tree. He pulled off his sunglasses and put down his hood. There before you was Niall Horan. THE Niall Horan, from One Direction.

   Your mouth went wide. “So, I’m guessing you know who I am then, huh?” he asked. All you could do was nod your head. He laughed at your cuteness. “You’re adorable.” He made you blush. Again. “So, Anna, you’re definitely not from here. What’s an American girl like you doin’ in London?” “Well, I’m on a class trip with my graduating class. We’re on a trip around Europe,” you explained. “Ah, gotcha. Well, would you like to spend the day with moi?” he asked with a terrible French accent. “As long as you promise never to talk in that voice again,” you winked. “Deal.” 

   He put his hood back up and his sunglasses back on to hide his true identity. You didn’t mind, because you understood. He held your hand the entire day. He took you to see Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, and many other places. 

   It was now dark outside, and he was taking you to the London Eye. He somehow got a whole cabin for just the two of you. You got in and went straight to the window. The cabin started getting higher, until you were at the top. “Yanno, Anna, I know I’ve only known you for not even a day, but you’re so beautiful and fun to be around. Please say that you’ll hang out with me as much as you can on this trip of yours?” He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. “Of course, Niall,” you replied with a smile. And with that, Niall planted a kiss on your lips, fighting for entrance. You let him in and he deepened the kiss. At that exact moment, fireworks went off. No, real fireworks. And the fireworks in your stomach. You smiled into the kiss and soon after pulled away. Niall looked deep into your eyes and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “You’re so beautiful, Anna.” He kissed you again, and surprisingly the cabin was back down to the ground. He took your hand and walked you back to your hotel. He kissed your cheek, and you exchanged numbers. 

   The rest of your time spent in London was with Niall. He even talked your teachers into letting him show you around Ireland, as well. Once you went back home to the States, Niall Skyped you daily. He would also fly himself out there every other week to be with you. Your parents loved him, and his parents loved you. It was a perfect ending to your high school life. 

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