Dating a Member of 1D: My Personal Guide to Survival

Ceili and Niall Horan are finally together, and everything should be rosy, right? I mean, when you're dating a world famous musician, everything should be fine, right? WRONG! Follow Niall and Ceili as they navigate the choppy waters that is love and are faced with the question,; Can two people fall in love with the whole world watching?

*This is a sequel. If you've already read the original, Kiss Me, I'm Irish, that's great! But if you haven't, that's okay too. You might be a little confused at first, but you'll more likely than not catch on :)


3. Just Why? WHY, SWEET LORD, WHY!

Febuary dragged by. My life was basically centered around school, work, and Niall. I was just one big mess of crazy. Having every single girl obsess over me at school did nothing to help matters. I mean, how dumb do they think I am? I take all AP classes, people. I am clearly not dumb. So if you think I'm stupid enough to befriend you just. Ecause you love MY boyfriend, you've got another thing coming

And did I mention that I'm a senior in high school and now the threat of college is looming? Yes, it's utterly amazing to me that I haven't had a nervous break down by this point. One day, I was working on an essay for English when Niall called me.
" Hey Niall."
" Hello Princess."
At this, I grinned to myself. It might sound babyish, but I love it when he calls me his Princess.
" What are you up to?"
" Sitting on the tour bus, bored out of my skull. I need you, Ceili."
" To rescue you from your boredom?"
" Yeah, that. And I just missed the sound of your voice."
No wonder this guy writes amazing songs. He literally spews romantic lyrics. They ooze out of him.
" What are you up to?"
" Writing an essay."
". You must be the only senior on the planet who actually still cares about school."
" What can I say? I'm a perfectionist. In everything."
" What's the essay even on?"
" We have to describe what to us defines the word " Beautiful"
" Sounds like torture!"

Later I found this in my email account,
Name: Niall Horan
Question: What, to you, defines the word beautiful?

A few weeks later, One Direction came to the US to continue their tour. They were supposed to be going to Maine first, but Niall took a connection flight into Philadelphia. He planned on coming to my house to see me. And my parents immediately blew this out of proportion and planned a big dinner for him

So my parents decided that we needed to have a formal introduction. They had meet Niall at the holidays. Weirdest New Year's Eve of my life. The drinking age in Ireland is 18, so somebody suggested us all going out to the pub together. All I remember is Niall and my dad cheering when the ball dropped in New York, and then Niall kissing me, earning him death stares from my dad, all my uncles, and even the bar tender. One thing I learned that night? I cannot consume alcohol. At all. It was a rough first day of the New Year .

So, at 6:30 on the dot, Niall showed up at my house for dinner, looking smart in a shirt and tie. I grinned through the window at him and then opened the door, letting him come in.
" Hey bab-Ceili." he said with a nevous smile.
We had barely been alone for five seconds until my parents descended on us. My mom, being Irish, was particularly excited to officially meet Niall. My dad, being my dad, just wanted to scope him out. We went to the dining room and then my mom served dinner. We were eating bacon and cabbage, a classic Irish dish. When Niall saw this, he beamed.
" You, Mrs. Gilmartin, are a God send. On the tour bus, all I really eat is McDonald's."
My mom smiled shyly and gave him an extra scoop of cabbage. A clear sing she likes him already.

My dad wasn't going to be do easy to convince. As we ate, he said,
"So, Niall.!what do you plan on doing?"
Niall, being as innocent as he is, said,
"Doing with what?"
"" Doing with you life?"
Oh Dad. Why do you do this to me? He's a celebrity!
" Oh-I'll probably stay in the band. It's worked out pretty well so far."
" Music is a very risky business, Niall."
That's it. I'd had enough. I aimed a kick at my dad's ankle under the table to get him to shut up.

Unfortunately, the ankle I kicked wasn't my dad's. It was Niall's. He jumped and knocked over his glass of water. Which promptly fell straight on my lap. In the split second that I saw Niall's face, it almost made me laugh. His expressions went from Shock, to Horror, and then landed on Oh **** ! What did I just do!

Niall grabbed his napkin and used to to try and dry of my legs.
" I'm so sorry. I -"
The he froze, glanced at my parents, and snatched his hands away, blushing hotly.
" I'll just go change." I mumbled, legging it out of the room.

Five minutes later, I came back down to find Niall in the hallway, methodically beating his head against the wall. I stifled a laugh and came up behind him, putting my arms around his waist.
" did they scare you out of there?"
" Actually, their laughter embarrassed me to death. You Americans play very violent footsie, don't you?"
" sorry. I wasn't aiming for you, I swear!
We met each other's eyes and laughed softly.
" This was a disaster." I said.
" I wouldn't call it that. I'd call it- A very very bad succuess."
I smiled an offered him my hand.
" Come on. There's still dessert to enjoy."
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