Niall Horan my prince charming, Vero M. [classic novels TXT] 📗

you ask. “I guess.” He says. “What were you doing at the library?” you ask. “You mean someone like me, a celebrity, a person who should sleep all day and then go to the studio in the evening and party all night?” he asks. You look at him and nod slowly. He laughs. “I understand. I was just escaping from this world, my messy world.” He says. You look at him and smile. “Me too.” You say. “Escaping from what?” he asks. “Do you really want to know?” you ask. He nods. “I am escaping from loneliness, depression, abandonment, rejection. So I read about people I could never be and adventures I would never have.” You say and feel this disgusting pain in your throat when you want to talk and cry at the same time. Niall notices it and wraps his arm around you. “You are not alone anymore.” He says and you smile. “Thank you.” You whisper. Then he looks up. “This is our fancy restaurant.” He sighs. You go in and sit down. “Four forks?” you whisper. “Don’t ask.” He says. You both burst into laugh. He gives you the menu and you try to read it. “Okay, whatever you are taking, I’ll take the same.” You sigh. “What? I was about to say that.” He says. You take his hand. “Niall.” You say and he looks at you. “Do you really want to be here?” you ask. He stares at you and smiles eventually. “No.” he says and you both laugh. You take his hand and stand up. “Where are you going?” he asks. “Can I take you somewhere?” you ask. He nods and you leave the restaurant.

“McDonald’s?” he asks. “You don’t want to?” you ask. “Are you crazy?” he giggles and takes your hand. You go in and soon he’s ordering. “And (Y/N)… what would you like to eat?” he asks. “Big Mac with Coke and I want this mayonnaise you have. It’s good.” You say and smile. “Maybe you would like to try this new…” the seller asks. “No.” you and Niall both say at the same time. You look at each other and giggle. You take your food and go out. You decide to sit in front of the London Eye and eat there. You sit on the edge of the bridge and look at the River Thames. You stare at the lights and people passing by. “It’s lovely.” You say and look at Niall. He nods and eats his burger like he has starved for months. You smile and start eating too. You look at him. “You have a little bit sauce on your suit.” You giggle. He mumbles something about being a huge jumble and something about never learning how to eat. You burst into laugh and he looks at you angrily. “Don’t laugh!” he moans. You laugh more and he smiles. “It’s so fun.” You say. “Whooat?” Niall asks and bites his burger. “This evening.” You laugh. “It iiious.” He mumbles. When you have finished eating, you look at the clock. “Oh my, it’s 11 already. I have to go home.” You say. “Yeah, sure. I’ll send you.” He says. “I like this song. And I know you like it too.” He says, while you’re in front of a pub. “What song?” you ask. “Listen.” He says and you stop.

Michael Buble - Haven’t Met You Yet

And I know someday

that it’ll all turn out

You’ll make me work

so we can work to work it out.

And I promise you, kid

that I give so much more than I get.

I just haven’t met you yet.

Niall wraps his arms around your waist and you dance in the middle of the street. You laugh, but he doesn’t seem to care at all. “Hey dude, you finally met me…” he whispers in your ear.

2 chapter

You open your eyes and smile. It’s probably the first time you’re smiling when you’re waking up. You get dressed and go to the library again. “Hello, Roger.” You say. “Hello, sweetheart. How are you?” he asks. “I’m fine.” You say and smile. “More than fine.” Roger winks at you. You shrug and go back to your seat again. You sit on the couch under the window and look out. Is he coming? “Psst.” You hear someone whispering. You look around, but don’t see anyone. “Psst. (Y/N).” you hear Niall’s voice. You look at the bookshelf where the voice comes. “Niall?” you whisper. You kneel down in front of the shelf and observe the books. Suddenly someone moves the books and you see Niall brightly smiling at you. He’s kneeling on the other side of the shelf. You smile and bite your lip. “Hey.” You whisper. “Hi.” He says and smiles. “How are you?” you ask. “I’m more than fine.” He says. “Me too.” You whisper. “Can you come here? I found something.” He says. You stand up and walk to him. “Come. Sit down.” He says and pats the place next to him. You sit down and he gives you a book. “The Notebook?” you ask. He nods. “Have you read it?” he asks. “No.” you say. “What?” he asks. “This is the only book from Nicholas Sparks I haven’t read.” You say. “Okay. Then we should read it.” He says and stands up. He takes your hand and pulls you up. He gently presses you against the bookshelf. “But at first…” he whispers. “Yesterday I forgot to do something.” He says and takes your hands into his. “What?” you whisper and you feel those lovely bugs in your stomach. He smiles and bites his lip. He looks at your lips. “(Y/N)! Where are you? Tea is ready.” Roger shouts. “I’m here. I’m coming.” You say and Niall lets you go. “No, it’s nothing. I just forgot to ask your number.” He says and looks at the ground. You take his hand and smile. “Let’s take our tea and then we could read your book.” You say. He nods and gives you a weak smile.

You take your teas and sit on the couch next to Niall. “Perfect. It’s raining outside. So we can be here all day long.” You say and give Niall his cup of tea. “Yeah, it’s good.” He whispers. You put your head on his shoulder and he giggles. “So you want me to read?” he asks. “Yup.” You say. “Oh, okay.” He sighs.

““I don’t care what my parents think, I love you and I always will,” she would say. “We’ll find a way to be together.” But in the end they couldn’t.” Niall reads. Your head is on his lap and you imagine everything he tells you about in your head. “By early September the tobacco had been harvested and she had no choice but to return with her family to Winston-Salem. “Only the summer is over, Allie, not us,” he’d said the morning she left. “We’ll never be over.” But they were. For a reason he didn’t fully understand, the letters he wrote went unanswered.” Niall reads and then closes the book. You look at him. He smiles and plays with your hair. “It’s sad.” You say. He nods.

“(Y/N)?” he asks. “Yes?” you look at him. “Tomorrow I have to be at the studio.” He says. “Oh. It’s okay.” You say. “I was wondering that maybe you would like to come with me. I could introduce you to my brothers and you could hear my music.” He says and looks at the ground. “Are you sure? It’s awesome. It would be amazing.” You are thrilled. “Yeah?” he smiles brightly. “Yeah.” You say and bite your lip.

“So (Y/N), my friend from the library.” Niall says. “And these are my band mates, brothers, best friends – Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn.” Niall says to you. “Hello. Nice to meet you.” You say and smile awkwardly. Louis pulls you into hug. “Hi, darling.” He says. Liam, Harry and Zayn are as friendly as Louis was and they all share hugs and kisses on the cheek. Niall takes your hand and winks at you. The boys prepare for singing, but Niall is with you all the time. “It’s a rehearsal for our tour.“ Niall says. “Tour?” you ask. “Yeah, next month in US and Australia.” He says. “Oh.” You sigh. You don’t want to think about the fact that he’s going to be in US and Australia. He’s going to leave you here alone. “We should not think about it yet.” He smiles. You smile too, because he always says things you are thinking about. “You can sit here.” He says and points at a couch. You nod and sit down. Every song they sing is magical. Niall is staring at you the whole time he’s singing and you feel as every word he sings is meant for you. “So did you like it?” he asks when he comes out of the booth. “I loved every single song.” You say. “Nialler and (Y/N), coffee break. Are you coming with us?” Liam asks. “Do you want coffee?” Niall asks. “No, thanks.” You say. “We’re not coming.” Niall says and the boys leave. There’s only you and Niall in the studio. “It’s good we’re alone. I have to tell you something.” He says and takes your hand. He sits down at the piano and you sit next to him. He looks at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I heard this song in the morning. And Liam thought me how to play the piano a little.” He giggles. “So I’m gonna play it for you now.” He says and starts clumsily playing it.

Joe Cocker - You Are So Beautiful To Me

“You are so beautiful…” he sings and then looks at you. “To me.” He smiles. “You are so beautiful to me. Can’t you see? You’re everything I hope for. You’re everything need. You are so beautiful to me. You are…” he sings and bites his lip. “So beautiful to me.” He sings and then looks at you. “I may not be Joe Cocker, but (Y/N)…” he says. “You are so beautiful to me.” He smiles. You have tears in your eyes. You look at his bright blue eyes and can’t believe this is happening to you. You can’t believe someone really told you this, someone sang you this song, that someone really thinks you’re beautiful. “Niall…” you smile. “You’re amazing.” You whisper. “Thank you.” You say and bite your lip.

 “You don’t want to know what happened next?” Niall asks. “I do!” you almost shout. “Shhh…” Niall puts a finger on your lips. “This lady over there gives us deadly looks.” He giggles. You put your head on his shoulder. “Sorry.” You whisper. “Where were we?” Niall asks and opens the book. “Here. Page 27.” You say. “Oh, okay. But you’re going to read today.” Niall says. “What?” you ask. He nods. “Okay.” You giggle and take the book. Soon Niall’s head is on your lap and you’re playing with his hair, while reading. “Neither of them moved as they faced each other. He hadn’t said anything, his muscles seemed frozen, and for a second she thought he didn’t recognize her. Suddenly she felt guilty about showing up this way,