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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.

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5. Waffles and tree houses

Waking up in the morning is always hard for me. Some days I can't wait to get up, and other days I feel like I could sleep for 100 years. As I drag my body out of bed, I suddenly remember what happened last night and I smile. Light shines in through the gaps in my curtains and I reach over and pull them open. It's a beautiful sunny day. I shuffle into my bathroom and take a shower. After I come out, I pull on some dark skinny jeans, an orange striped tank top, and a cream cardigan. I rake a brush through my long brown hair and bobby pin my shorter layers back. For the finishing touch I curl my eyelashes, put some mascara on, and swipe on some powder.    

I check the time on my phone. 11:00 am. I hurry downstairs and the smell of waffles hits me. I forgot it was waffle Saturday. I poke my head into the kitchen.

"Hi Trea! Mommy let me help her make the waffles! Want some?" Gracie smiles big at me and lifts up half a waffle to show.

"They smell really good Gracie, but I have to run to the drug store to get some more film for one of my cameras. Can you save me a few for later though?" I shove my phone into my bag and check to make sure I have my wallet.

"Ok I will!" I hear her say as I walk out the door.

At the drug store, I walk past a few isles until I see the disposable cameras and film at the back on a stand. I head over there and when I pass the junk food section I hear a familiar Irish accent. 

"...I'm telling you, sour cream and onion flavor is better than nacho cheese flavor!"

"But I like the cheese flavor crisps better!" Some deep British accent says.

I peek around the corner of the shelf and see Niall and a curly haired boy that I recognized as "Harry" from the band. I try not to laugh as Niall picks up a bag of chips and shakes them in Harry's face.

"These are like heaven mate! You can't compare to nacho cheese flavor!" He flicks Harry on the head and I laugh, but immediately slap my hand over my mouth. Both boys look in my direction and I quickly turn around the corner out of sight. I hear footsteps come closer and Niall's blond head peeks into the isle. He grins and calls Harry over.

"Hi Niall" I say looking down at my feet and smiling,

"Hey Trea! This is Harry, Harry, Trea." He motions back and forth between Harry and I introducing us. 

"So your Trea. Niall couldn't stop talking about how much fun he had with you yesterday!" Harry exclaims with a goofy smile

Niall blushes and hits Harry's arm. 

"It's nice to meet you Harry, and it's nice to see you again Niall" Not knowing what to else to say.

Harry nods "You too Trea" Then he heads back into the chip isle leaving Niall and I standing there awkwardly. 

All of a sudden I blurt out "Do you wanna come for waffles at my house? My sister Gracie is making some right now, but if you don't want to then that's OK. I totally understand." I mentally slap myself for sounding so stupid.

"No! I would love too!" He blurts out at the same speed I did.

I laugh and shake my head to clear my thoughts. "I just have to buy some film and then we can go. Does Harry want to come?"

"I'll ask him while you buy your stuff" He says still smiling. 

After I finish paying for my film, Niall comes jogging over. "Harry says he made other plans, so it's just me and you"

We walk back to my house and into the kitchen. Gracie is still making waffles and she looks over at me smiling.

"Your ba..." He smile fades when she sees Niall "Are you Niall Horan from One Direction!?!"

"Yes I am" He smiles proudly at her and she jumps off the stool she was standing on and runs over to him.

"Can I have your autograph??" She grabs a pen and a scrap paper holding it up eagerly in front of Niall. Did I mention my sister loves One Direction?

Niall signs the piece of paper and hands it back to her. She smiles and looks at me.

"I made lots of waffles! Are you guys going to have some?"

"Of coarse we are Gracie! I'll grab the syrup..." I say

We eat all the waffles, and I cant believe how much Niall can eat. I heard he had a reputation for eating a lot, but I never imagined he would eat 15 waffles. He even helped us clean up. After all that, we went outside.

"You have a tire swing? That's so cool!" He ran over to the huge tire we have hanging from one of the trees and sat on it.

"If you think that's cool, look up" I point to the beautiful tree house that my dad built when I was little. I don't use it all the time anymore, but I keep all of my unfinished drawings up there. No one outside of my family has ever been up there. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Niall climbing the ladder up to the tree house. I look at the tire swing, expecting to see Niall but he's not there. I look up and see him almost at the top.

"No! Niall!" But it's too late. He opens the door and walks inside. I start to climb up the ladder. when I reach the top, I burst through the door a look of fear on my face. Niall is holding a few thick, white pieces of paper. Drawings. My drawings.

"You're really talented." He says. Is that astonishment in his voice?

"Not really. I just doodle and colour them. Most of these aren't even finished." I reply, my right hand rubbing my left arm.

"Don't say that. These are all amazing. Can you explain a few for me?" He looks over his shoulder at me.

I come up behind him and point at one hanging on the wall. It's a drawing of a vintage, artsy sort of mermaid. She has long dark blue hair that's getting tangled in her hands. Her tail is a deep green and it has a sort of tattered look to it.

"That's a mermaid. She's in pain. I drew it a long time ago, and I just recently finished colouring it." I blow upwards trying to cool myself down.

"Why is she in pain?" He asks 

"Look, I draw what I feel. All these pictures and drawings are my world. Some are happy, others are sad. Got it?" I try not to sound annoyed. He turns to me, a serious look on his face.

"Show me. Show me your world cause I need a break from mine" He whispers, looking at the floor on the last part.

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