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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.


24. I love you

A yawn attacks my face, forcing my eyes shut and mouth wide open. When It leaves, my eyes open and I look around. Monday morning. My plane leaves soon, and then I'm back in Canada. The door to the room creaks open and A blond head pops in. 

"Hey Princess. You almost packed?" Niall asks, walking over and sitting on the bed.

"I haven't even started..." I let out a laugh but Niall's face doesn't look very pleased.

"We have to leave in half an hour! I'll get the boys and we'll pack for you while you shower!" He jumps up and races out of the room while I stumble out of bed, tripping over my sneakers on the way to the bathroom. I shove the handle up, letting the hot water fall all over my body. Outside, I can hear some mumbling and shuffling around. Then a few shouts and laughter. I scrub my hair really quick, not bothering with conditioner, and I step out and dry myself off. I just curl my eyelashes and dab on some blush so I have some colour on my cheeks. With the towel still wrapped around me, I look for my clothes in the bathroom. Where are they? Then it hits me. I left my clothes out in my room. I press my ear to the door, listening for any sound but I hear nothing. My hand turns the knob and I walk into the bedroom and scan the now bare floors. None of my clothes, nothing of mine is even in the room anymore. My heart starts to race and I open the bedroom door and fall into the hallway, clutching the towel to my body. 

"Niall! I don't have any clothes!! Where are you?!?" I can hear the panic in my voice, considering we have to leave any minute and I'm standing the the hallway with just a towel covering me. No one answers me. Where did they all go?? I carefully step down a few stairs, peering down the banister and through one of the windows showing the front yard. In it is a limo and the boys loading my stuff into the back. 

"No!!" I yell and run down the rest out the stairs, fling open the front door, and run towards the limo. I'm so lucky Niall has extra fluffy and longer towels or the whole neighborhood would be able to see me bum. "I need some clothes!!"

Niall and the rest of the boys' heads swivel towards me and their mouths drop open. 

"What, you've never seen a girl in a towel before?" I try to lighten the mood as Niall pulls my suitcase back out of the limo. "You guys are idiots" I mumble and drag my stuff into the house, Niall trailing closely behind. We hike up the stairs and unzip my bag, pulling out some jeans and a hoodie.

"I'm so sorry Trea" Niall says, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah whatever. You probably planned that" I hold back some laughter myself.

"I did no such thing!" Niall states as he slips out of the room so I can get dressed.

What seemed like only minutes was really two hours before Niall was giving me one last hug in front of my terminal. 

"I'm gonna miss you so much Princess" Niall buries his head into my neck, smelling my shampoo. 

"Don't forget about me" I joke, pulling him closer.

"I could never forget about you Trea. You're the most amazing girl I have ever met." He pulls away just enough to look me in the eyes. Over the loudspeaker they call the last minute borders for my flight.

"I have to go now, but I'll call you when I land and every night after that" I give him one last kiss on the lips and then I turn and start walking towards the ladies checking the passports. They check mine, and look back once over my shoulder to see Niall looking sad and the rest of the boys standing around him waving at me. Niall's eyes meet mine and he shouts something I can't hear, but I see his lips form the words. A smile creeps onto my face and I shout the same thing back.

"I love you"

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