Don't forget Where You Belong

Raegan Moynihan is no fashion model. She isn't famous or incredibly talented. She's just an ordinary college girl, new to Dublin.

Niall Horan is a world famous superstar. He's talented, can sing, play the guitar, and make girls swoon just by looking at them.

They find love in each other when they least expect it, then lose it all in a moment.


It's incredible how it only takes a second to almost lose the person you love more than anything, but, in the end, there's always a way to get through the misery and find the shining light of hope.

This story is a Niall Horan fan fiction about getting through it all to be with the person who means everything. Fame, stalkers, and oceans can't come between two people who are destined to be together.


10. Chapter 10 - Cheesecake Ghosts

Stepping out of the shower I heard Sarah yelling for me from the living room.

"Raegan your phone is ringing!"

"That's okay! Just let it go to voicemail!" I yelled back at her.

"But it's an unknown number! It could be Niall!" She was right. I grabbed my towel, sloppily wrapped it around me and booked it to the living room and picked it up hoping the person hadn't just hung up.

"Hello?" I answered while hitching up my towel. I looked over at Sarah, where she was giggling at me standing there, half naked dripping water all over the floor.

"Raegan? This is Niall."

"Oh hi, how are you?" My cheeks were starting to get warm already.

"I'm well, you?"

"I'm pretty good."

"So I um, I....." He was nervous and it was absolutely adorable. "I, um, was wondering if you'd like to go out with me today?" I tried not to start jumping for joy considering I was just in my fluffy cotton towel, but I did give Sarah a thumbs up, and she did a hilarious happy dance for me. "Raegan?"

"Oh sorry! I would love to go out with you today," I told him. I could hear him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Great text me where to come get you yeah? Is six okay for you?"

"Yeah, six works for me just fine,” I answered, trying not to sound like an extremely excited lunatic.

"Great. See you then."

"Okay bye."

"Bye. I look forward to seeing you," he added, making me blush even more.

"Same here," I said. "See you later."

"Okay bye." Neither of us hung up right away, but eventually I heard the click from his end. I looked over at Sarah, she had that huge open mouthed grin spread across her face.

"Soooooo…” she started. "Did he ask you out?"

I smiled. "Yep. He did." I couldn't stop smiling. What was wrong with me? I hadn't ever been this giddy over a first date.

"Aaaaaaaaaaw, look at you, all smiley and cute! Now let’s go," she said standing up and stretching. "Go get dressed."

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"We are going shopping and getting pedicures. I want you to look perfect for this date. This isn't just any guy you know. This is a guy who you are already head over heels for after just looking at him, and he happens to be in a famous boy band. So let’s go,” she asserted, kind of like a mother yelling at her kids to get out of the door and to soccer practice.

"Can we get our nails done too?" I asked mockingly, like a little girl asking her mommy for a treat. Sarah just laughed.

"Of course we can honey. Now hurry the hell up,” she said in the same silly voice, mocking me back. We both started laughing and I headed off to my room to get dressed. I threw on some skinny jeans, a loose fitting sweater and my brown riding boots. I just put my hair in a messy bun and didn't bother with any make-up. To be honest, wearing make-up was not one of my favorite things to do. I only really wore it on special occasions or on those days I would wake up looking extra tired from staying up late. I texted Niall my address, grabbed my bag, making sure my wallet was in there, and went back in the living room.

"You ready?" Sarah asked.

"Readier than you,” I said cheekily. She rolled her eyes, opened the front door, and we were off.

--Niall's Point of View--

"Oh sorry! I would love to go out with you today," she said into the phone. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great text me where to come get you yeah? Is six okay for you?"

"Yeah, six works for me just fine,” she added. I still liked the sound of her voice. It was pretty.

"Great. See you then."

"Okay bye."

"Bye,” I said, sounding extremely awkward without even trying. "I look forward to seeing you," I sounded like a complete idiot.

"Same here," she said. This made me smile. "See you later."

"Okay bye,” I said. I smacked myself in the forward for sounding like a fool. I hoped it wasn't too noticeable how nervous I was.

I turned around and looked at the guys all lying next to each other on my bed. This was the perfect opportunity to mess with 'em.

"So......." Zayn mumbled. “What'd she say?" His Bradford accent is so strong that if I didn’t know him well I would have no clue what the hell he was talking about.

"She said no....."

"WHAT?!" Louis yelled, right in Harry's ear. He gave Lou a good cuff side the head for it. "But didn't you just say you were 'looking forward to seeing her'"?

"Yeah, because she said 'maybe I'll see you around though' after rejecting me" I told them, trying not to smirk. I did my best to look all depressed.

"Wow that blows mate." said Harry. "I told you she was too hot for him." They all started laughing, and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh thanks lads. That's real nice considering she actually said yes…arses,” I said, pretending to be offended.

"HA! I knew he was just messing. Good for you mate!" Liam yelled, throwing a pillow at my face. They all stood up and started jumping one the bed giving each other high fives over and over again. We may all be old enough to drink, but sometimes we were still just a pack of obnoxious kids trying to figure life out.

"Alright, alright, calm down!" I yelled at them. "Let’s get back to that movie."

We all headed out of the living room and went back to watching Toy Story as and it continued to rain outside. Despite the dreary outdoors, I couldn't be happier. The girl of my dreams is going on a date with me in almost 5 hours. I couldn't stop smiling. Now I just had to come up with what to do on the date.

--Raegan's Point of View--

I pushed on the door with my elbow dropping all my shopping bags on the floor. They were really heavy and I couldn't hold them any longer. Sarah shoved her way through the door after me and dropped her bags next to mine.

"Whoo!" she huffed, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead. "Those things were freakin' heavy!"

"Tell me about it. That last block was rough. Why didn't we take a taxi again?" I asked, shrugging my shoes off, looking at her.

"I told you. It makes up for the last two nights we haven't gone running remember? The first night was you're surprise party…" I cringed at the thought of the evening. "...and last night we went out on the town, and tonight you're going on a date, and I have to help you get ready."

"Fine. You have a point there."

"Don't I always? Now let’s bring all this stuff to your room and pick out your outfit. He said he would be coming at six right? That means we have about an hour until he gets here,” she reminded me. My stomach did a flip.

I loaded up my arms with all my bags again and we went off to my room. I dumped out all the clothes I bought on the bed so we could see them all. There were three pairs of skinny jeans, two shirts, a jumper, some new undies and socks, three pairs of workout shorts, new running shoes, a new sports bra, five cami's, two dresses that were on sale and a pair of brown combat boots. My birthday money was well spent, clearly. I reached over and grabbed one of the shirts. It was a kind of sheer dark green long sleeved button up with a collar, made of a loose fitting material and was very flattering when I tried it on in the store.

"I really like this one for tonight. I could wear a cami under it with some skinny jeans and my riding boots?" I said.

"Good choice. Let's go with that. It will look cute, but not like you're trying too hard. You don't want to come off like an innocent eleven year old prude, but, you don't want to look like a slag either," Sarah commented, making me chuckle.

"Wearing tight clothes doesn’t make a person a slag,” I reminded her, furrowing my eyebrows.

“You’re right. It doesn’t,” she said, giving me a half smile. “Now go get changed before I go on this date for you.”

I started changing my outfit, admiring the green shirt even more once it was on my actual body. It reminded me of the tall coniferous trees that were back home, or even our usual Christmas tree.

"Alright, well I thought that was going to take a lot longer than it did," she commented once I was dressed. "Now what do we want to do with your hair?" Right now it was still sloppily on the top of my head in a messy bun, which wasn’t first date worthy whatsoever.

"I was thinking of straightening it? That's how I like it best, besides, I can put my rain hood over straight hair much easier then curly hair."

"Yeah that works." We headed to the bathroom and began to work on my hair. It was still wet from my shower this afternoon so we had to blow dry it first. After blow drying it, I straightened it to perfection while Sarah and I just talked. I was starting to get really nervous and talking to her helped a lot. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they were going insane or something, and my hands were getting clammy already. After doing my hair, I put on some basic foundation, a little eyeliner on the inside of my top lid, and mascara.

Just a little make-up was enough, I never liked to overload it. I gave my hair a good spurt with my hair spray, just to tame my fly-aways, and then turned to look at Sarah.

"How does it look?"

"Perfect. You look absolutely perfect. Now you've got about fifteen minutes left. I've got to head out though. I've gotta work. To cover your shift." I leaned over and gave her a hug.

"Thanks girl. You're the best. Do you want help bringing all your bags downstairs?"

"Naaah, I've got it. You worry about getting your date outfit on."

"Ha okay." I walked her out, handing her all her bags by the door. "See you tomorrow? You're working at one right?"

"Yep. Morgan is too. Which is perfect so then you can tell us about your date at the same time." I rolled my eyes.

"Of course. Well see you tomorrow!"

"Adios beautiful," she said grinning. She started walking down the hallways and I gave her a wave. I walked back to my room to get dressed. I slipped on the clothes and headed back to the bathroom to brush my teeth and rinse with some mouth wash. This was my usual "pre-date" routine. Fresh breath is a must, and the strong flood of minty flavor sort of woke me back up. After I was done it was about 5 minutes to six. I looked out my living room window to see that it was still raining and I was the least bit surprised. This was Ireland after all. I grabbed my black rain jacket and threw it on the arm of the couch. Now I just had to wait for Niall to arrive. I had texted him my the building and apartment number a little while after he called, so I hoped he wouldn't have any trouble finding the place. I sat down on the couch and was about to turn on the TV when I heard a knock on the door. I stood up, took a few deep breaths, and walked over to the door. I checked my reflection in the mirror, making sure everything looked alright.

When I opened the door he was standing there with his hand in his pockets, looking at his shoes, rocking back and forth from his toes to the balls of his feet. He had on some black chinos and white supras, and I could see the collar of a white button down shirt peeking out from underneath his rain jacket, which looked like a guy version of mine. He looked up when the door opened and smiled. He had a lovely smile, the kind that could definitely light up someone’s world.

"Hi,” he said, still smiling.

"Hi," I said back. I couldn't really think of what else to say. His blue eyes were captivating me again.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just grab my jacket." I walked over to the couch leaving the door open, grabbed my rain jacket from the arm and my keys, wallet, and phone from the coffee table. I walked back over to the door, slipped my jacket on and shoved my all my stuff in my pockets.

"Nice jacket. Looks familiar," he said with a chuckle. He was making me smile from ear to ear already, and I hoped that the rest of the night would make me just as happy.

"Thanks, I like yours too," I said chuckling to myself as I shut the door behind me. "So where are we going?" We started walking down the hallways towards the elevator.

"Well," he started, pressing the lift button. "I was thinking, dinner at this restaurant call The Church, and then we could do that Ghost tour thing. That is, if you don't mind a good scare."

"Oooooooh, I love The Church! And, I could go for a good scare this evening." If a good scare meant I would be able to bury my face in the warmth of his chest, then I was obviously down for that.

"I'm glad. If you get too scared you can always hold onto to me," he said, winking at me jokingly. I laughed.

"Oh I see what you did there Horan. I'm on to you,” I said laughing at him. Talking to him was so easy and it came naturally. I was still nervous and the butterflies in my stomach were still fluttering around, but something about him put me at ease, and I liked that very much.

"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't catch that," he joked. The elevator doors opened and we stepped in. He pressed the down button and the doors closed. "So I take it you've been to the restaurant before?"

"Yeah, it’s great, a bunch of the kids in the psychology program at school took me there a few weeks ago. The food is great, and the inside is beautifully decorated."

"Well that's good, because I love food." I silently thanked him in my mind, because I was also a big fan of all kinds of food and was completely prepared to shove delicious food into my mouth in the most lady-like manner as possible.

"Well then, you're going to love it." I smiled at him. The lift doors opened revealing the lobby, and we stepped out. Not many people were around. There was just an elderly man in a cap talking to the doorman, while two little twin girls were having a pretend sword fight across the carpeted floors while their mother got the mail.

"Do you mind if we take a cab instead of walking? I know it looks like the rain is slowing down but I'd rather not run into any paparazzi on the way there. They have a way of interrupting things,” he explained, clearly trying to remain positive instead bitter about it. I had almost forgotten that Niall was famous because it was easy to forget when he acted nothing like you would expect a celebrity to. He had to worry about the press and paparazzi following him which was something I obviously had no experience with, so I trusted him. It was a little intimidating, but I shook the feeling away.

"I don't mind a bit," I told him with a smile.

"Thanks," he said, grabbing my hand and leading us outside. My heart skipped a beat at his touch, but I didn't mind, in fact, I liked it. The way I felt when I was with him was indescribable. There was just something about him that drew me to him. It was so much in a mysterious way, but more like two magnets attracted to one another. An image came to my mind of me as a child playing with those magnet that buzzed loudly when you put them together. You could throw them in the air and they would always find each other, even way up in the air when you tossed them as high as you could.

He hailed a taxi and we climbed in, him holding the door for me, liked a gentleman. He told the driver where to go, and we were off. We drove in silence for a few minutes, and it was obvious that both of us were nervous. Going on a date had never made me this nervous before, but then he started rubbing little circles on my hand with his thumb and I was put at ease a bit.

"So what did you do today?" I asked him, wanting to know about his day.

"Well... I slept in really late. Ate breakfast, showered, got dressed, called you, and watched movies all day with the lads. Then I came and got you,” he explained. I could imagine all of them in their pajamas watching movies the way my brothers and I used to do when we had a snow day from school. "What about you?"

"I woke up pretty late too. Then I had some waffles for breakfast, went shopping, and got ready for tonight. Oh, and some incredibly handsome goofball called me asking me out on a date,” I teased. I liked our flirty banter. It felt natural to me.

He chuckled. "Well, that incredibly handsome guy may have been a little nervous." He was blushing a bit. "But he can't blame himself when he is staring at such a beautiful date." He looked right into my eyes, making me the one who was blushing now.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I kind of whispered.

"Yes." He had this little half smile on his face, daring me to come closer. "You think I'm handsome?"

"Yes." I stared right into those blue eyes. They were more than just handsome.

He slowly leaned in closer to me. "Raegan, I think you're more than just beautiful," he said, almost whispering now. He glanced down at my lips, then back up at my eyes, daring me again to make the first move. "And I really want to kiss you."

"Then kiss me you fool," I whispered back biting my lip. It was a habit I had acquired years ago, and I did it often when I was happily nervous. He leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, and I know it probably sounds stupid, but it felt like our lips we meant for each other. Kissing him just felt right, and he was a very good kisser to begin with. It went on for a minute or two and it probably would have lasted longer if we hadn't arrived at the restaurant and been interrupted by the driver.

"Uh, sir? Miss? We've arrived," said the driver, chuckling to himself. Niall took out his wallet, and handed the driver some money. "Thanks."

Niall slid out first holding the door open for me. It had stopped raining thankfully, I didn't want to have to ruin my hair by wearing my hood. He grabbed my hand and we started walking toward the doors. Before walking he stopped, and leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

"I really like kissing you," he said with a satisfied grin, being the flirt that he is. I stood up on my toes, grabbed his face and kissed him right on the sidewalk.

"I like kissing you too," I said back. In fact, it was hard for me not to keep my hands off him. He was easily the most attractive guy I had ever been out with.

“You know, we really ought to be more careful…but I don’t really give a damn at this moment,” he said, bringing me in for another kiss.

He then opened the door for me and we entered the restaurant. I looked over at him and saw his mouth hanging open at the view. The decorative arched ceilings and stained glass windows were quite a sight to see. Each window told a different story through the different hues of red, blues, yellows and greens. Images of saintly figures adorned the variety of colors, and I admired the artwork on the walls. The wooden columns lining the main bar made the whole place seem rather grandeur and bigger than it probably was. Niall approached the greeter and we followed him to our table on the next floor. We sat down and were handed our menus. A few minutes later our waitress approached the table. As she came up to the table, her eyes bugged out of her head for a second. She had obviously recognized Niall, and he didn't even notice.

"Hi my name is Cayleen, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?" Niall pointed to me but I told him to go first, I wasn't sure what I wanted.

"Can I have a Guinness and a water please?" he asked her politely. She looked at me next.

"I'll have the same as him please." He looked at me raising his eyebrows. The waitress left, giving us a few minutes to decide on what food we wanted.

“Do you actually like beer, or are you just trying to impress me?” he asked, flirting.

“I like beer. I have four brothers, two of them are older than me and they are beer connoisseurs, so it kind of got passed down to me as well,” I explained. “At high school parties I was always one to wander over to the keg instead of the bottles of hard liquor.”

"You have four brothers?" I laughed at his question, because I’ve gotten the same surprise before, especially from men on dates.

"Yes. There's Briley, whose 23, Connor whose 21, Rian whose 14, and Kellan whose 12,” I listed off.

"Wow. And I thought just Greg was bad....he’s my one brother," he said. "Are all you guys close?"

"Briley, Connor and I are really close. We always have been, but they can get very protective sometimes. Rian is kind of a jerk to be honest, and Kellan is a little sweetheart."

"Well that's intimidating," he said. I giggled a bit. I could already imagine Briley and Connor grilling him with questions, in fact I would expect nothing less of them, based off of previous experiences.

"You have nothing to worry about," I reassured him. "I'm sure they would like you."

"I hope so. If I like you, then my family will like you too,” he said. I smiled at his words. It was only the first date and we were already talking about our family’s approval of one another. Just the thought of the future scared me a little, but in a good way. Being with Niall would be incredible, but I already knew it would take a lot of work because of his career. So far though, he seemed worthy of all the trouble. Especially when he smiled or laughed, or ran his thumbs over my hand, or even when he looked down at his shoes nervously.

After a few more minutes the waitress returned with our drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked. Niall pointed at me to go.

"May I have the soup of the day for a starter, and then may I have slow roasted cherry tomato and vegetable tart please?"

"Of course, and for you sir?"

"Can I get the soup of the day and the rib eye steak please? And for afters can I get a big piece of the cheesecake?"

"Oh can I get that too?" I asked her eagerly. I loved cheesecake.

"Of course. Your food will be with you shortly." She walked away and Niall and I resumed our conversation. He told me a lot about his family. How he lived in Mullingar with his Dad as a teenager so he didn't have to leave his friends when his parents divorced, and about his mum getting remarried. His eyes always seemed extra bright when he spoke about his family, and I could tell they were important to him. I talked about my family too. I told him about where I was from, that my Dad was a big famous lawyer and my mom owned her own business. After a little while of talking our food arrived, and it looked really good.

"Wow. It's places like this that always remind me why I love food,” I said, inhaling the aromas coming from our plates. Niall gave me a goofy grin as he started to cut his steak. "What are you grinning at me like that for?"

"I just like a girl that appreciates food as much as I do." He had an adorable and smug look on his face.

"Oh. Good. Because I like to eat." We started in on our meals. The food tasted even better then it smelled. After a while, we both finally finished. I leaned back in my chair patting my stomach taking a sip of my water. With the heavy beer and the food combined, I was pretty full. The waitress came over and grabbed our plates off the table.

"I bet you can't finish your dessert," Niall challenged me, while rubbing his belly like a total dork. He didn't even look the slightest bit full despite having finished his entire plate and helping me finish mine.

"I bet I can. Cheesecake is one of my favorite foods. And even if I don't, I know you'll finish it for me."

"You got that right." The waitress brought over our cheesecakes and I'm proud to say I actually finished mine.

"You full now?" he asked, taking the last bite and scraping his plate clean.

"I'm so full I might not even be able to walk."

"Eh that's okay, I can carry you if you can't. I can be handsome and strong you know,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows with a cheeky grin. This made me giggle. The waitress brought over our check and I started reaching for my wallet when Niall stood up, leaned across the table, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me out of the blue. It was spontaneous and romantic. He held the kiss for a few seconds, then parted, but was still caressing my cheeks. Everyone around us was staring, and I wasn't surprised since he was completely out of his chair just to reach me and it was probably way too much PDA for the people around us. "Don't even think about trying to pay for dinner. Not even half of it. I'm a gentleman dontcha know."

"Are you sure?" I asked him in a small voice. He pecked my lips again.

"Yes. I'm sure. And I will always be sure." He let go of my cheeks and sat back down in his chair. I could feel my cheeks warming up, and I'm sure it was safe to say they were bright red. Niall placed his card in the folder then looked back up me. "You're cute when you blush you know."

"Thank you,” I said with a small smile. The waitress came over and collected Niall's card, still ogling at him a little bit. I found it a bit humorous, considering he hadn't even noticed. After bringing him the receipt, he left a tip, grabbed my hand, and we left the restaurant. He hailed a cab and asked the driver to drop us off at the Molly Malone statue to meet the tour bus.

"Thanks for dinner. It was delicious."

"You're welcome. Now are you ready to be scared?" Honestly, I was a little nervous about having the wits scared out of me, but I looked forward to spending more time with Niall. I'm kind of a baby when it comes to scary movies, so who knows what this spooky tour will bring.

"Yes, but I'm definitely nervous," I told him.

"Well I'll hold you if you get too scared,” he said, rubbing circles on my hand with his thumb.

"Thanks." We arrived at the statue shortly. Niall paid the driver and we got out of the taxi. As we pulled up to where we were to meet up for the tour, I could hear Niall humming the famous Molly Malone song, "Cockles and Muscles." The song was a famous pub song originating in Dublin ages ago, and most citizens of Ireland knew the song. Even when he was just humming, his voice made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. I started humming the song too, it was a catchy tune and now it was stuck in my head thanks to this handsome fool. We had almost reached the group when he suddenly

stopped, turned around and looked at me.

"Are you humming Molly Malone?" he asked, somewhat surprised.


"My god you're perfect,” he said. "A freaking beautiful yankee like you humming Cockles and Muscles. The boys back home wouldn't believe it. Girls like you don't exist."

"Well they must, because I'm here with you," I said. He smiled and gave my hand a squeeze. We reached the tour group as people started getting on the bus. After the driver checked Niall's name off from the list we found our seats. Right as Niall was going to sit down I heard some girls giggling and yelling.

"Fans. Duty calls love," he said to me briskly before standing back up. They were two girls about thirteen.

"Oh my gosh. Um can we get a picture?" One of them asked, looking extremely nervous and giddy. I could tell they were trying not to fangirl all over him, and they were doing a pretty good job.

"Of course,” he said. They handed him their iPhones and the three of them took a few pictures together. I could tell that Niall was genuinely enjoying it, especially when he got to make silly faces at the camera. They thanked him about ten times and then went to their seats. As he sat back down he was still smiling.

"You really love your fans don't you?" I asked him. I admired how he still seemed like this normal Irishman who hadn't let fame go to his head. He truly was grateful for his success, and I liked that about him.

"I really do," he answered. "We wouldn't be where we are without them. They're incredible, and every time I get stopped I'm still amazed that people want their picture taken with me. Sometimes I still can't believe it. I don’t feel like this famous bloke most of the time, so when people stop me I’m always amazed." I smiled at this, and I could see the passion in his eyes. He grabbed my hand again as the rest of the passengers boarded the bus.

The doors closed and I mentally prepared myself to be scared. My heart was racing, like it knew I was going to be very spooked in the next couple of hours. I was excited for the thrill though, especially since I was with Niall.


My heart was still racing as I stepped off the bus. I may be a pansy, but that tour was really scary, but wicked fun. The tour guide was all dressed up as this creepy spirit thing and often scared passengers out of the blue for no reason. The bus stopped at all these old gravesites where they claimed that ghosts had been spotted and we learned a lot about Dracula and the guy who wrote the classic, since he went to Trinity. The tour also stopped at the College of Physicians building where a ghost supposedly still roams the halls. Despite being scared the whole time, I actually learned a lot too, which made me happy. Over all, it was creepy, and I practically clung to Niall the entire time, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact I'm pretty sure that was his plan the whole time. He is such a cheeky thing. We had just gotten off the bus and were taking a short walk to a cafe that we passed earlier. Niall was hungry and wanted some dessert, even though he already had some at the restaurant. I didn't mind though, I was craving a good cup of tea, and it was more time I got to spend with him.

We walked in and found a table in the back corner. I had noticed that he had tried all night to prevent us from being spotted by paparazzi. He would choose the tables away from the windows, and always take a cab instead of walking. We hadn't seen many paps during the evening, but it was better safe than sorry, and I was glad for his effort. I liked Niall a lot, but we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, and I knew that if our picture was taken together, it would be all over the gossip channels I like to watch, and I wasn't ready for that. Niall even told me that we were spotted last night in Temple Bar, but they didn't get good pictures, and I was grateful. I had never been one to enjoy being in the public eye. I was occasionally on the news in my hometown when my Dad had a big case, because we always had to have police guarding the house and such, just in case something were to happen while the trial went on, and I hated that. He was a very famous prosecutor so I had grown up being surrounded by the press, but I never really got used to it. Just having the news filming my home, always pestering us with questions about certain threats and whether we felt safe or not freaked me out.

"You know what you want?" Niall asked me, interrupting my thoughts.

"I just want a chai tea, with extra milk please." He went up to the counter to order, and came back shortly with my tea and the biggest piece of coffee cake I had ever seen. Typical Niall.

"So, be honest. Did you have fun tonight?" he asked, suddenly serious.

"Yes. This has been one of the best dates I've ever been on, honestly." He smiled at me, a little smug.

"Well," he said. "You know what that means don't you?"

"No, what does that mean?"

"It means that I'm going to ask you out again."

"Oh really. But you don't even know what my answer is," I said jokingly.

"Well then I'm about to find out," he said. "Raegan," he started, with a mock serious tone. "Would you like to go out with me again?"

"Yes, Niall, I would love to," I said, mocking his Irish accent. He leaned in a kissed me.

"Not a bad accent you've got there. For an American that is,” he teased.

"Thanks. I haven't even practiced it,” I replied with a chuckle.

We kept our conversation going until I had finished my tea. It was really good, and I made a mental note to remember the name of the place. After finishing, Niall grabbed my hand and we left. He grabbed a taxi so I could be dropped off at my place and it pulled up to my apartment in no time.

"I'm walking you to your door. I need to make sure home safe." I rolled my eyes at him, as he gave my hand a squeeze. "What? I don't want someone to snatch you up or something." I smiled.

"Well thank you for the concern,” I said to him.

"Anything for you,” he replied, smiling back at me. He held the cab door open for me and we proceed into the lobby. We were at my door in no time, and I was sad the night had to come to an end. It really had been the best date of my life, just because I had never been into someone so much before.

"Thanks for taking me out," I said, gently kissing his lips. He smiled.

"Thanks for letting me take you out. How the hell did I get so lucky?" He kissed me back some more.

"I've been asking myself that all night." I couldn't help but smile again. He made me so happy and giddy on the inside I could barely contain myself.

"I really like you yah know. I have since I laid eyes on you," he said, suddenly serious again. "It sucks that I won't be able to see you again for a while. I leave Dublin tomorrow." I wrapped my arms around his middle and leaned my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me resting his head on mine. I didn't ever want to let go of him. He was warm, and being in his arms made me feel safe.

"I'll call you though. And text you. And we can have skype dates yeah?" he said, still holding me. I nodded my head and squeezed him tighter. "Please don't forget about me when I'm gone because I really had a good time and I don’t want this to end right here or be a one time thing…shit now I’m rambling,” he said chuckling to himself.

His words hit me hard. I unwrapped myself from his arms, put both my hands on his face and kissed him. I tried to put everything I was feeling about him into it. It was a long and romantic kind of kiss, and probably the best I've ever had.

"Niall, I couldn't ever forget you, even if I tried. Do you think I've ever moved so fast with a guy before? No. Ever liked someone so much just after the first look? No. But with you everything is different." I said grinning. "And that's unforgettable. You're unforgettable. I'll wait for you. I want to wait for you." It felt good to just tell him how I felt, and all of it was so true. I had never felt like this with anyone before, and the feeling was overwhelmingly good.

He smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen pass across his face, and then he leaned in and kissed me. This time it was him trying to put everything into the kiss. Our lips moved together perfectly in sync and mini fireworks were going off all around us, or at least in my imagination they were. It was so.....passionate. We eventually broke apart and he squeezed me really tight again.

"We'll talk yeah?" he asked, placing both hands on my shoulder. His accent was making me swoon.

"Of course," I told him. He hugged me again and gave me a quick kiss.

"I've gotta go, but I don't want to leave."

"I know. But we will see each other soon enough. Just think about how much fun we had tonight whenever you get down okay?"

"Alright. Please don't forget me Raegan Moynihan."

"I could never Niall Horan."

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