Dirty Little Secret - A Niall Horan Story

Everybody has a dirty little secret. Want to know what mine is? My dirty little secret is that.. Well, I am someone elses dirty little secret. Niall Horan's dirty secret that is. A secret he isn't so keen on letting the whole wide world know about. But as everyone may know, is that the thing about secrets is that they often don't stay hidden for long...


25. 'Maybe it's actually time to discuss this.'

‘Good luck!’

Harry whispered as he knocked on the door, turned around and ran the hell out of there. So here I was, standing outside of Niall’s door alone, since Mr. Heart throb decided that I was going to face this obstacle alone with no support at all. Well, that would be the best option, but when you had avoided someone after a huge fight and you are standing outside of their door.. Well yeah, that would make anyone nervous.


The door opened and there he was in all his glory. No shirt, just a pair of sweats hanging loosely from his hips. His hair tousled and those blue eyes seemed uninterested with everything. I just stood there staring at him, as he went from an irritated state to chocked to welcoming. He grabbed the collar of my jacked and dragged me into the apartment.

He closed the door with the back of his foot and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. His arms tightened around me as he almost squeezed the life out of me. It was getting harder to breath and I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

‘Can’t.. Breath..’ 

I managed to puff out in between breaths and within a second he had released his grip on me and a blood red color was forming on his cheeks.

‘Sorry ‘bout that, love.’

Now that I could finally breathe and had some room to move, I wrapped my own arms around him, engulfing him in a hug of my own standard, not squeezing the life out of him as he had done to me. Just a small simple hug, where I of course couldn’t help but to snuggle my face into his shirt as I inhaled his sweet scent.

‘I don’t want to fight, I’m sorry.’

I mumbled, my face now planted to the crook of his neck. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away so we were staring each other in the eye.

‘I should’ve handled it better, I’m sorry.’

For a while we argued over who was the most sorry and whose fault it all was, but in the end we just gave up and agreed that it was both our faults for being stupid. We sealed the deal with another monster hug.

‘Maybe it’s actually time to discuss this.’

I gulped and placed myself in the middle of the sofa, patting the seat next to me, waiting for him to come and sit down beside me. After a while he sighed and placed himself beside me, gently grabbing my hand, holding it in his.

‘I like you, I like you a lot actually. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want it going out public. It’s not that I’m embarrassed over you or something like that, it’s just.. I know how hard it is to be famous, to be watched wherever you go. I don’t want that for you..’

He started and I nodded, it seemed like a reasonable thought.

‘But what you don’t think about is, the only thing I would be famous for is hanging out with you? After a while they would tire and would go on to much greener grass so to say.’

I explained and now it was his time to nod.

‘But you wouldn’t just be famous for hanging out with me, you would be famous for being my girlfriend, everything you’d do would be scrutinized, everything. Especially since you.. Well..’

‘Well what?’

I looked at him and he looked frustrated and were combing through his tousled hair with his fingers. As if that was ever going to help, his hair was always a mess.

‘As I said before, you are not famous for anything. And since you hang out with me, the band and Ed, well it kind of seems that you are only in it for the fame.’

I couldn’t really believe the nerve he had, as if people would only think that I was climbing along for the fame ride? When Niall saw that my face were starting to get redder by each second he decided that it was time to switch his approach.

‘But I really want things to work out between us, so I’ve planned a surprise for just you.’

He jumped out of the couch and dragged me up so I was standing beside him, he tried to haul me with him towards the door but I put my feet down hard in the ground, I wasn’t going anywhere until this discussion was over with.

‘No, I don’t want any surprise. I want you to give me an answer right away.’

Standing with my arms crossed over my chest, looking as determined as I really was. This time I was going to get an answer.

‘Trust me on this one, we can talk about this after.’

He grabbed his jacket and threw it on, once again motioning me to follow him.

‘No, Niall. I want an answer right away, I’m not up for playing any more games with you. I’m serious!’

When he realized that I was actually being serious he walked up to me and leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, he grabbed my shoulders and stared straight into my eyes.

‘This is really important, I’ve got a miniature show in a while. Since you are refusing to come with me, watch it on TV. I promise you that we will have the discussion afterwards, but please, look at the show, you are going to love it.’

He kissed me once more and turned around and walked out of the door, leaving me standing there confused. What was I going to do now? I’d already decided that I wanted my answer from him about the whole going public thing now, and really, it was now or never. I didn’t actually have any more time to get an answer from him.

I looked down at my phone and realized that if I didn’t hurry back home I was going to be late, so it was up to me to decide right this moment. Was I going to wait for Niall or was I going to give up?

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