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He met her on a rainy night after his Tour Bus broke down. She knew who he was, and wasn't sure she wanted to take a trip into his world. He wanted a taste of her life, so when he takes a break from the fame to spend time with her, she opens up his eyes to her way of life. A completed Niall Horan story.


14. Crazy dancing

*Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated lately, but It's spring break for me and my family has been spending a lot of time together. I'll try to add a few more chapters, but if I don't update for a while, just know I'm off on some adventure. Thanks for reading, and I would love to hear some feedback on the story:)*


Yesterday was amazing. I did most of all my favorite things: watched a Disney movie, ate frosting and cookies, painted my toe nails, and kissed Niall. Today he is coming over again, but I'm not sure when. While I'm waiting for him, I've got the music blasted throughout the house. I'm wearing jean shorts with a baggy white t-shirt and purple fuzzy knee-high sock. My hair is in a messy bun, but since my hair is straight it's not as messy as I would like. I have discovered that yesterday when Niall took my make-up bag, he hid it somewhere and I have yet to find it. So no make-up and I have a stupid pimple on my cheek. Great.

I run up the stairs belting out the lyrics to 'I knew you were trouble' by Taylor Swift. I hope mum has some cover up I can borrow...I open my parents bathroom door and search the drawers and cabinets. Grabbing a small bottle of cover up hidden at the back of the drawer, I swish some on the pimple and stuff it into my pocket in case I need it later. On my way down stairs I pass by our calender hanging on a wall. One week till school starts. Two weeks till Niall leaves. It seems like time is just flying away. I try to push away the thought of Niall not being here and instead I decide to have a dance party to shake the bad thoughts out of my head. Flipping though my music, I choose one of my favorite songs and start dancing.

My dancing is awful and crazy. I have my hands above my head clapping, My body is spinning around and I do a little jump at random places in the song. I stop clapping and swing my arms around in a circular motion above my head, bringing my body with it. I laugh at my own moves and close my eyes, probably looking like I'm having a seizure standing up. When I open my eyes, Niall's standing in the doorway of the living room, mouth open and a very questioning look on his face as if to say 'What the heck are you doing?' I stop right away and my hand flies to cover my mouth. Please tell me this did not just happen. Niall did not just see me dancing like a lunatic....I don't know what to say, so I just lower the volume of the music.

"I was just...I didn't think you'd be here....I, uhm..." I avoid eye contact as I sputter out these words. When I look up, a nervous look on my face, Niall starts dancing. But not the normal dancing he usually does, crazy and funny looking dace moves mixed in with an Irish jig. I smile and start laughing, turning the music back up and joining in with him. We make our way dancing into the hallway, and I start to slide around a bit because of my fuzzy socks and the wood floors. At one point I slide right into Niall and my back hits his chest. He wraps his arms around my body and we skip down the hallway sideways, spinning and laughing. While we dance, Niall steals some kisses off my cheeks and occasionally my lips. When the playlist I have up ends, we both lay on the carpet next to each other panting, faces red. Then we start laughing.

"I didn't know you could dance so well" Niall teases me, mid laugh.

"Hey! You were no better!" I giggle and tease him back. 

I stare at the ceiling and sigh, getting serious. "One more week till I go back to school" 

"I know. The new buses are on their way. Two weeks they'll be here" I can hear Niall's head turn towards me and I turn towards him. He has a mix of emotions on his face. I don't know if I should be happy about our time together, or sad about it coming to an end. Niall grabs my hand and our fingers intertwine. We're both silent for a while, looking at the ceiling. Then I ask the question that's on both of our minds.

"What's going to happen to us?"

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