One direction fanfic

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114. Niall Horan ( Emily )

This sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. You were usually okay with the whole boy-band, One Direction, thing. But not when they were hired to play the whole night for a big New Year’s Party. Niall had insisted you come along, so that you wouldn’t be alone. He said he would come off stage whenever he could to spend time with you, but so far? Nada. You sat on a couch in the back of the venue. You crossed your legs across your freshly ironed dress. You even got a sexy, new dress for the occasion. It was a tight strapless black dress, that teased your curves with a snug. You took a sip from your margarita, cringing at it’s overpowering taste. “C’mon C’mon! Move a little closer now!” You looked up onto the stage where the five cheeky boys were bouncing around the stage at high speed. You felt a little dizzy just watching. Your eyes connected with Niall’ for a second before he was whisked away by Niall’s touch. You sighed as the song came to a finish. “Three more minutes!” Liam yelled through the microphone before trying to sneak in another song before midnight. It was Kiss You. You knew every single one of their songs, by heart in fact. You were a die-hard One Direction fan, but not this kind of fan. “What’s such a pretty woman doing alone on New Year’s Eve?” you heard a masculine voice tear your eyes away from Niall. “My-” he cut you off, sitting down beside you. “Mind if I sit?” “Er-” “Thanks,” he muttered bringing his hand to your thigh. You stood up as you looked into his craving eyes. It was just another guy looking for some whore to hook up with for a one time New Year’s kiss. And no way in hell was that gonna be you. But before he could move any further you saw Niall racing towards you. He jumped off the stage and arrived to your side out of breath. “Get away,” he snarled pushing him to the ground harshly just as the countdown began. “10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!” Niall threw his microphone off onto the couch grabbing your face in a passionate kiss. You stood, feeling his lips massagaing against yours. All the boredom, all the waiting from tonight suddenly felt paid off. You were the first to pull away, leaning your forehead gently against his. But he was the first to speak, “I’m sorry baby. Happy New’s Years.” 

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