Within a Picture

Finally! Meghan was out of the states and living on her own. That's when she met her favorite boy band since almost forever! She gets their autographs, take a picture, secretly wishing she was more to them than just another fan, but knowing that would never ever happen, she went on her way. In and out of the recording studio, on her way to becoming a professional musician and living her dream. But was that run in the end of her journey with the boys? Might another dream, apart from becoming a musician come true. This is the Story of Meghan McCarthy and the beginning of what seems like the end.


3. Everything Deserves a Second First Impression


"Are you alright?" I heard a low and deep british accent speak. The accent was just a little different than some of what i heard to day. That was my confirmation on who it was. The Harry Styles. I was in awe. I knew i should probably answer so he would know i feel alright, but i couldn't. Words couldn't come out of my mouth no matter how hard i tried. "Way to go, you knocked her over, spilled coffee on her, her head is bleeding, and now she wont talk!" the same voice argued accusingly.

"I'm sorry but you're the one that pushed me! If you would just be more careful more next time, maybe we wouldn't push poor innocent people over into tables!" This was a weird accent. It took me only a couple seconds to process who it was. Even with only one eye with good vision, i couldn't forget that luscious blonde hair and those big beautiful blue eyes. So familiar from the posters hanging on my wall. It was Niall Horan from One Direction. Then, after i realized who it was. i was able to process everything they were saying to each other about me. my head was bleeding?!

"What?!" i managed to say loudly.

"Thank goodness she decided to talk, Niall. I thought you paralized her." My vision was starting to repair it's self. I could make out Harry looking at Niall like he was a complete idiot and Niall just rolling his eyes then paying his attention back to me

"I'm bleeding?" I spoke again as i raised my left hand to my forehead. I looked at my fingers. Blood. Right then the headache got worse. The open wound now just starting to become sore. I cringed at the pain. Niall must have noticed after Harry walked away to grab some towels for the mess of caffeinated drink on the floor.

"I'll drive you to a doctor. Make sure you don't need stitches or anything." he held out his hand to help me up. I accepted.

"you're.. i mean you're, Niall Horan" i almost whispered in astonishment.

"So you're a fan? at least your memory is alright!" we both let out a little chuckle, but it hurt  my head. he noticed and right away he quickly turned to tell Harry he would take me to the doctors about 10 minutes away and that he could come or have one of the boys pick him up. He chose to have Liam pick him up and bring him back to his Apartment (which i found out they call flats here!) as they had plans to go to a movie together later for lack of bonding time recently.

Niall lightly grabbed my arm and led me out the door.

"Would you like a jumper of mine to replace the one you have on. You're drenched in coffee!" He asked concerned.

"A jumper?" i asked confused. I should really try and get used to the london slang term here!

"A sweatshirt!" he corrected himself, "from America then?" he asked me in his adorable Irish accent.

"That would be wonderful. And yeah I am." told him as he got and extra sweatshirt out of the car they drove here. "Chicago area. I would ask if you've been, but you have. I saw a concert of yours there a couple years ago!"

"Really? I loved it there. nice place. But heres the sweat shirt. You uh..  need to go inside to umm, change that?" He asked me kind of awkward.

"Ah, yeah. I'll be right back." I walked inside to the Restrooms and quickly changed sweatshirts. I walked back out and got into his car that was already running. Niall handed me some tissues out of the middle counsle. I was confused at first until i remembered my forehead was bleeding. 

"Thanks" I said as i turned back toward the road we were now driving on.

I was an awkward silence at first before he finally broke it and asked me a question. "So uh, when did you move here to London?" he took his eyes off the road for a second to look at me before he turned back to the road.

"I got here late last night and stayed at a hotel until my furniture got here this morning. I finished unpacking before my Starbucks. So, I'm pretty new here." i let out just a slight and quite giggle.

"Oh wow! You are new... Oh My Gosh!im sorry i never got your name. i feel rude! I'm sorry it hasn't been the best first day, and it's all my fault for pushing you over. London's a wonderful place and i hope you don't take this as your first impression! " He actually sounded concerned looking at me every once and a while. It made me laugh a little.

"Well thanks for being concerned," i giggled " and it's Meghan. I'll just have to rest today and have a second first impression of London! Everyone, and well in this case, everyplace deserves that right?" i asked this with my smile hardly leaving my face. I looked at Niall admiring his features. His dark roots and Blonded ends . The shape of his nose and the way his mouth moved when he talked. If i would have stared any longer it might have looked creepy but luckily i caught myself before it got to be too long. I just couldn't believe my luck! I have been a fan of One Direction since i was 15 years old. Him always being my favorite. And i got to meet him, and ride in his car! Wow! but i tried my best to keep myself calm.

He parked the car in the Hospital parking lot and smiled back at me. We sat there smiling for a couple seconds. Wow how his eyes shined. Then he spoke, "Yeah, they do"

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