You & I

Niall decides he wants to hang out with Taylor after hearing her playing the guitar and talking to her, she seems so nice and trustworthy. Taylor is amazed that a hugely famous, and gorgeous, celebrity wants anything to do with her.

However, Niall can't help falling in love.


3. Our Secret

In the morning, I didn't really remember it. It wasn't very believable. I padded downstairs and let Max, my two year old black and white border collie, into the garden to do his business. Inside, I got his food ready and put it down on the floor then slid some bread into the toaster. I let the dog in, and sat down at the kitchen table to think. It wasn't impossible, I just didn't think it would happen to me. It's kind of a big thing if Niall freakin' Horan wants to talk to you. In the end, I got my phone and looked through my Facebook messages. There the messages were.


The time was five past eleven, and I considered going back to bed since there was pretty much nothing else to do. Instead, I had a shower and got dressed. It was just nearing the middle of summer, so it was pretty warm. I wore a light white top with the Union Jack on it, and a pair of denim shorts. I also put on a denim jacket if the air got any colder, but it didn't seem likely with the sun practically blinding everyone outside as the rays shone down.  I brushed my long blonde hair loose, and plaited my fringe back around my head. I also put on little makeup. I never wear a lot of makeup, so I only put on some mascara, concealer and lipgloss. It was enough for me. Just as I was coming downstairs, my phone buzzed. A Facebook message. 


Nialler James - You still want to hang out? If so, I'm ready when you are x


I smiled to myself like an idiot. 


Taylor Rose Deep - I'm ready...if you could come to mine? Or if it's too much hassle, you know what with public and everything, I could meet you.


Nialler James - Nah, I'll come to yours. Number 9 right? I have somewhere we can go, where we won't be bothered by others.


Taylor Rose Deep - Yeah, 9. Ok x


I put my phone down and went to get on my shoes. I wore silver sandals, which I rarely did. I preferred Converse or something like that, but it was too hot for them. Soon, I was ready. I took a small bag with my phone, my money, my sunglasses and other random things that were already in there. I didn't know how he was coming. On foot? No, he'd get mobbed. It would probably be by car. I looked out of the window, watching out for some flashy, expensive car to pull up but none did. Instead, there was a knock on the door. I rushed to answer it, but it was only the postman delivering a parcel.

After a while, I began to give up. The hotel wasn't too far away, it wouldn't take him that long. He wasn't coming. I couldn't be upset, I didn't know him enough to be. Like, himself. Not as a famous singer. I began to take my sandals off, when there was another knock. I dragged myself to the door, it was probably some salesperson asking me to switch my internet or something.


My mouth dropped open when I saw him. Niall. Standing there, with a smile on his face. He was holding a pair of sunglasses in one hand, a backpack in the other. 

"Sorry I'm late." Niall apologised, his smile fading a little. "I had to...get some stuff."he added, holding up the bag.

"It's okay, I thought you weren't coming." I admitted, looking down at my bare feet. I had already taken my sandals off.

"I wouldn't leave you...should we go?" he asked, after a short silence. 

"Yeah." I replied, putting my sandals back on and letting a smile cover my face once again.

He slung the backpack over his shoulders, put on the sunglasses and grinned. I smiled shyly, and stepped outside. I locked the door the put the key in my bag.

"Did you walk here?" I asked, as we walked down the street. He shook his head.

"Harry dropped me off." he said.

"Oh. So where are we going?" I asked, curiously. We had turned down a small country path that I never even knew existed, despite the fact it was nearby my house.

"A little place I like to relax. It's quite secret, really. It takes a while to get there, and doesn't look at all nice at first. That's why no-one goes there. But if you keep going, it's beautiful." Niall explained. I thought he glanced at me and murmured something to himself at the last part, but I couldn't be sure. 

I nodded and we kept on walking along a stone path. We chatted about music, TV, ourselves, home. Many things. Niall was right, it really didn't look appealing at all for the first part. There was a rickety old wooden fence covered in barbed wire that led into a damp forest, even though it was like thirty-something degrees. Niall helped me climb over the wire, and I began to wish I didn't wear shorts when it caught on my leg and scratched along it. I had the jacket though, which protected my arms. I would've been screwed otherwise.

"Are you okay?" Niall asked worriedly, when he saw my leg bleeding.

"Yeah, yeah." I assured him, looking at my leg. "It's just a little scratch." I added, then kept on walking to show him I didn't want any attention.

The forest was pretty cold, the trees created a huge shady shelter, which also blocked the sun's heat as well as it's light. 

"We're here." Niall grinned. I looked around, quite disappointed.

"This is it?" I asked, looking at the damp ground and twisted trees.

He shook his head and chuckled, gesturing towards the bushes that were in front of us.

"Look through here." He said, pushing the leaves and branches back so he could get through.

He disappeared into the bushes, then a hand came in from the other side. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me through the bushes. I landed on soft green grass on the other side.

"This is it." Niall said, helping me up. I looked up and gasped.


It really was beautiful.




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