The Niall Project (Niall Horan Fanfiction).

Tante-Marie is a 16 year old English girl.
Niall Horan is a 19 year old Irish Lad.
When they both cross paths at school, do sparks fly?
Or do fireworks...?


6. Not Sure.

After a couple of weeks, we'd all gotten on pretty well. Things were fine between all of us, but it was almost time for them to leave. One week left, and they were all back off to tour the world, or whatever.

We were all sat around the lunch table, and like always, surrounded by over-looking fans. But this time was different. People were used to One Direction being around. There would hardly be any bothering.

"So" Louis began, "What's going to happen when were gone?"

Lea didn't open her mouth, and I didn't attempt to open mine either. I wasn't sure what to say, in case they thought it too on-going.

"Anybody?" Zayn jumped in.

Lea looked up this time, and bit her lip, shrugging along side me. When we still didn't say anything, Harry inturrpted with a kiss.

Lea hung on like hell, but I didn't know why she was so upset. I mean, she knew they were famous, and that they wouldn't be around forever, but I also knew that she knew that, and that was why she clung on.

He'd never be hers again.

Niall turned to me then, giving me a smile of support.

"Obviously, your going to miss me, aren't you, Tante?"

I so badly wanted to kiss him myself, but we weren't going out. He wouldn't be too pleased, I repeated in my mind.

"I will. Deeply"

"You don't sound to sure"

"Who says I am?"


"Come on, I thought you were smart?"

"I am!"

"Say something then!"

But he was laughing. Then he pulled my shoulder into his chest, giving me a shoulder-hug.

"I'll miss your humor"

"I'll miss you accent".

Niall laughed again, but this time, in a way that sounded... a little upset.

Thats when we both turned to face each other, and I pulled back. I was so caught up in his stare, it was unbelievable. Most lessons he'd be seated beside me or behind me, and when-ever I was put on the spot, I automatically glew red.

It was embarassing!

Niall studied me. Then he leant his palm on the curves of me cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. It made my heart hammer continously against my chest. I couldn't help but wonder whether he could hear it.

"Your cool, Tante. I like you."

Then he leant in, but diverted his lips to kiss my cheek.

Very subtle, my mind taunted sarcastically.

I wanted to kiss him back, to be polite, but he'd think I was too desperate. And one thing I knew from that, was a boy would be totally put off immediatly. They like a girl to play with them a little, play hard to get, and all that.

"So, Tante. I have something to ask you" Niall spoke smoothly, a grin spreading across his perfect face.

I watched him intently, waiting for the question.

"Will you go out with me?"

I did NOT see that coming. My heart did a triple flip inside my chest, and the thought of dating blew me away! But I was certain. Play hard to get! Go on!

"Hmm...I'll think about it."

I was relieved when his smile hadn't faded, but he kissed me again, this time on the lips. Heat soared through me, as well as a rush of adrenaline. It was magic. He pulled back, and smiled again, but this time, with more passion.

"How about now?"

I paused.

"Not sure."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Don't make me kiss you again, Tante-Marie Joesph."


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