Kiss Me I'm Irish

Hi. You don’t know me, but my name's Morgan Abrams. My best friend Lexie, is dating the one and only Louis Tomlinson. I’m not famous, I mean, why would I be? I’m just the useless best friend of Louis Tomlinsons girlfriend. Who gives a flying fuck about me, besides my best friend herself? Anyway, I’m 18, I have hair the colour of Ed Sheerans and it flows in loose natural curls down my back, and ends about 5 inches from my bum. I have freckles. I hate them. I’m very insecure. Oh, and I have dark brown eyes, I’m fit, I sing, and play guitar. I’ve played since I was 5, but no one really cares. Lex says I’m really good, but I don’t believe her. I’m from Galway Ireland. Lex and I have been friends since I moved to London when I was 13. My parents still live in Galway with my little sister, Abby who's 8, and my brothers, Clayton and Tanner, who are both 16. Ok enough about me I’m just gonna get to the point. This is the story of how I became the ever so famous girlfriend of Niall James Horan.


6. I'm Not Ready

(Niall’s POV)

While sitting down and watching the movie, Morgan was laying on my chest. My hands were around her waist, and she was laying inbetween my thighs. My hands were on her stomach, and her hands were on top of mine. And for some reason, I felt horrible. Not in a sick kind of way, but in a nervous way.

I looked down at the beautiful girl below me. Her deep brown eyes watching every little movement that happened on screen. She noticed me looking at her, she looked up and smiled at me before looking back at the large screen in front of her. God. I don’t know what was happening to me. I just feel nervous. Like something bad is going to happen. I kept thinking to myself ‘I think I’m taking it too fast on her. Maybe I should stop. She’s obviously not looking for a relationship right now. ‘. I quickly started to believe myself. Then I thought again ‘No Niall. Your wrong. If she wasn’t ready for this, she wouldn’t be in your arms right now. Just shut up’. I really don’t know what I was feeling. I just keep thinking that I was going to make a mistake, and ruin something, or blow my chances with Morgan. What the hell is going through my mind? I wasn’t going to screw up. I fancy Morgan too much.

After I continued having little fights with myself, I realised that Morgan means too much to me already. And after my last break up, I swear I wasn’t going to do the same thing I did to Morgan that I did to Amber.

FLASHBACK. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Niall, do you want to go to the club tonight?” Harry asked

“Sure.” I said.

“It’s just us boys, well besides Liam since he won’t drink.” Harry explained

“Alright. That’s cool. It’s a lads night out!” I said happily

2 hours later ****

I was finally dressed and ready to go. I kissed my girlfriend Amber, and left my flat to meet the boys at a popular club in London.

Before I new it, all 5 of us had girls all over us. We were all single at the time, well, besides me. And we were all drunk. Including Liam. We ended up each bringing a girl home with us. I was so drunk that I forgot I had a loving girlfriend waiting for me at home. And when I walked through the door of my flat with the whore I brought home, you can guess what happened. I haven’t seen Amber since. And that was 2 fucking years ago. Yes I am completely over Amber, I honestly wouldn’t care if she walked through the door right now. Because I later found out that she was cheating on me. But I never forgave myself for that night. And I won’t ever.


I seriously hated myself for that night. So now, I swear, I will NOT go to a club with the boys ever again. At least while I have Morgan.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Morgan screamed into my chest, I looked up at the screen and saw the most horrifying face I have ever seen.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” I screamed, but my voice was lower that Morgans. I hid my head in her hair.

“Really guys? It’s all fake.” Louis said sarcastically.

“Shut up Lou, you know damn well I don’t do scary movies.” I said with my head still in Morgans hair.

“Well Lucky for you, the movie is now over.” Louis said getting up taking Lexie by the hand. I checked my iPhone, 4:00.

“Babe, we have a date tonight. Remember? Seven o’clock.” I said to Morgan who now unburied her face from my chest.

She pulled her iPhone out of her pocket, and checked the time.

“Shit. Niall we can’t go out in public.” She whispered.

“I know. I planned something private. Super private. Paps will never know were there.” I said smiling.

“Good. Can you drive me home to get ready?” She asked

“Yeah, my flat is like 5 minutes from Your house. I’ll get ready too then ill come back to get you.” I said.

“Alright, well lets go so I have time to do something with my hair.” She said.

With that, we walked to the door, made our way to the lobby, and sneaked out the back entrance so we wouldn’t get cought by paps.

While in the car she asked me

“NiNi, what am I supposed to wear?” She asked

“Something casual. Probably jeans and a sweat shirt. It’s going to get cold.” I said

“So were doing something outside?” She asked

“Maybe” I lied. The studio was always cold. They kept the heating off during the night.

I stopped at her house.

“I don’t have your number yet!” She said

“Shit. You don’t do you? Here let me see your phone.” I said

She handed me her iPhone, I went to make a new contact

I entered 

‘NiNi’ into the name field 

And my number in the number field.

“Thanks babe.” She said giving my a 3 second kiss before she got out an headed to the house.

I left as soon as she walked through the door. I went to my flat and got ready. I spent almost 45 minutes on my hair. I feel like Zayn.

Morgans POV ——/////——

I walked inside and headed straight to my closet. I found my favourite pair of bootcut jeans and my purple Justin Bieber ‘Believe’ hoodie. I checked my phone. 6:30. I took my hair and just pinned by fiery orange bangs and French braided them back. Then I went to my makeup table. I took off all my old makeup. I looked at myself. I looked quite cute. So I decided on no makeup. I put on some of Lexie’s Chanel perfume. Then walked downstairs. I found my white Supras on and sat on the couch. 6:55. I called Niall

~ Ring Ring Ring Ring ~~~~~


“Hey babe, you on your way?” I asked

“Yeah I’m here now. Just come outside.”

“Kay, be right there.” I locked my phone and headed out the door.

The headlights of Nialls ranger over almost blinded me. I kept walking to the passing at side, squinting my eyes.

I opened the door and hopped in.

“You look beautiful.” He said leaning in to kiss me. I kissed back.

“I’m in a sweatshirt, jeans, and no makeup. Don’t tell me I look beautiful.” I said.

“You look beautiful no matter what. I don’t care if you had dog shit on your face, you’d still be gorgeous.” He said.

“Well aren’t you just so sweet.” I said.

“I try.” I chuckled.

We drove together holding hands and small talking. I didn’t bother asking where he was taking me, because I knew he wouldn’t tell me. Finally the car pulled to a stop, in front of a huge building with a sign that said “Syco Records” on the front.

“Your fucking kidding.” I gasped.

“Nope. We’re having a picnic inside the studio.” He said.

“Oh. My. God.” I said.

“Come on.” Niall chuckled. We both got out of the car and went into the building via a side entrance.

We walked in and got to a elevator. Each floor was labeled with different artists that Simon produced.

Niall clicked on the 15th floor labeled ‘One Direction’.

We rode in the elevator silently. When the door opened he led me down a hallway to a door labeled “Acoustic Room”

He opened the door and I gasped.

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