Your Eyes Don't Know Me Yet

Sydney is an intern for a world famous boy bands stage manager... What happens when she meets the ACTUAL boy band?


8. The First Night


 Niall's POV

I rolled over on to my side and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read 3:26 and I groaned while I sat up and plopped my hands out in front of me.

I glanced around the room and finally decided to get up as I knew that I wouldn't fall asleep any time soon. I threw the covers to the side and swung my feet over the bed. My feet stepped towards the door as I opened it slowly, peeking my head out to see if anyone was there.

I tip toed down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light. I looked out of the window that was above the sink, noticing what a nice night it was. There were rain droplets still falling off tree branches and the moonlight shone through the window.

I snapped myself out of whatever kind of trance I was in and opened the fridge, the light illuminating the kitchen.

"Hungry?" I heard out of nowhere, making me jump and get scared.

I looked towards the entrance to the kitchen and saw Sydney with her arms crossed, smiling towards me as she waited for an answer.

I smiled back as I stood up and closed the fridge. She came over and opened it again, searching for something.

I backed up and leaned against the the counter. She stood up with strawberries and whipped cream in her hands. She gave me a questioning look along with a weak smirk.

I smiled evil like and narrowed my eyes.

She laughed quietly as she walked over to the bar stools and set everything down. I sat down as I opened the tub of whipped cream and she opened the packages of strawberries.

I didn't realize Sydney was that short until she had to jump the slightest bit to actually get up on to the chairs to sit down. I chuckled slightly as a grin slowly painted itself on the canvas that was her face. We each grabbed a strawberry dipping it in the tub, not bothering to scoop some out. The white cream had deep red stains.

The first few pieces were eaten in silence, the only sound being the crunching of the fruit between our teeth.

"20 questions?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. I peeked over at her. She laughed lightly and replied with, "Sure." I took that answer as a signal to ask the first question. "Favorite president of the United States?"

"What kind of question is that?" she cracked up. I laughed at the sound of hers. "Because 'favorite color' is-"

"Too mainstream," I finished her sentence, both of us still laughing.

"Jefferson," she replied as she shrugged. I waited for her to ask the next question.

She thought about it for a minute before finally asking, "If you were to eat yourself, would you disappear completely or continue getting bigger?"

I looked at her weirdly, fighting back a smile. "And I'M the weird one!" I said. She chuckled easily, looking at the strawberry in her hands.

She waited for my answer. "I don't know, ask Jesus." She smirked, obviously hold back a laugh.

The rest of the questions were weird ones that didn't usually make sense. Ones that made us laugh so hard that we were afraid we were going to wake someone. Minutes went by until I was the one that had to ask the final question. I thought before finally asking, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

She didn't seem taken back by the question like I thought she would be. She swung her feet as she stared up like she was thinking about it.

"No," she paused, making me worry. "Because love at first sight implies that you're loving with your eyes and not your heart." She looked at me after the words dripped from her lips. 

 Sydney's POV

I glanced at Niall after I had spoken. His eyes seemed to soften as his tongue ran over his dry lips.

He stayed frozen, just staring me in the eyes, He seemed almost... moved? In one quick motion, he fell fast onto me as his arms wrapped around my arms, his head on my shoulder.

I gave a questioning look to no one as I patted his shoulder, just then noticing that he had no shirt on.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked, chuckling slightly.

"I just... I don't know. I never really thought about that before," he laughed easily, his shoulders shaking.

I laughed because I had no idea what to say. I continued patting his arm until he finally sat up, finishing the strawberry that was left half finished.

He sighed when he looked at the empty carton. I looked at the whipped cream, the tub stained with red. We looked at each other at the same time and as if we could read each other's minds, took the items and got up. I jumped off of the chair as I walked over to the fridge, Niall walking to the sink.

I turned around as Niall was still rinsing the container with water. I looked at his broad shoulders, his built structure, the way his muscles tightened...


He turned around as I pretended to just be turning around, too. It seemed to work.

"I guess we should go to bed," I sighed, covering my thigh with the palm off my hand.

"Yeah," he said gently. We began to walk out of the kitchen. I turned off the lights as we walked towards the stairs. I whimpered, thinking it was barely audible.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern sliding down his lips, "You're afraid of the dark, aren't you?"

"Afraid of what's in it," I corrected. He looked at me. I could only see the outline of his face. Too dark to see anything else.

"You're insane," he laughed, referring to my deep comment.

"Just too much time to think," I briefly explained. I stared at the stairs.

All of a sudden, my feet were swept off of the ground. Literally. I came to the realization that I was being carried bridle style. I chucked slightly, not bothering to protest. I made it halfway up the stairs before my eyes closed and I feel asleep, my arms around Niall's neck with my head buried in his chest.



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