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

thinking about you here? Like this? You can’t picture anyone dreaming about you. You can’t picture someone thinking about you when they’re lying in bed before they fall asleep. You can’t imagine anyone telling their friends about you. You can’t believe anyone getting butterflies because you hugged them, or you made an eye contact with them. You can’t picture someone smiling because your name lit up their phone. You just can’t. But did Niall do or feel these things? You look around and see something amazing. He has a little picture of you on his cupboard. He has framed it. You smile. Maybe he felt these things. He really loves you.

You stand up and smell his clothes. They have Niall’s scent and you feel so safe again. You feel so warm and full of love. It’s a good feeling. You look at Niall’s movies and CD’s. You sit down at Niall’s table and look at his papers – his notes and music he has written. You touch his guitar and try to play it. You take off your clothes and put on Niall’s hoodie. You go in bed and put your head on his pillow. It’s the first time you’re sleeping so peacefully after Niall’s leaving.

 

6 chapter

“I would so cuddle the fuck out of you.” Niall says. You’re lying on your bed and talking to Niall on phone. “Niall!” you laugh. “What? It’s true.” He mumbles. “(Y/N)?” he asks. “Hm?” you mumble. “Do you think distance will ruin the relationship?” he asks. “No. You don’t have to see someone every day to be in love.” You say. “Really?” he asks. “Really really, Niall. We are the proof.” You say. “That’s good.” He says and you know he’s smiling. “(Y/N)?” he asks again. “Hm?” you mumble. “Oh, what I would give to sleep in your arms tonight.” He says. “I know. Me too. But trust me, Niall. We will be together again soon.” You say. “Yeah, you’re right.” He says. You know he’s sad, but there is nothing you could do. But you could try.

Arthur Theme Song

“Everyday when you’re walking down the street and everybody that you meet, has an original point of view.” You sing. “AND I SAY HEY!” Niall cheers. “HEY!” you shout. “What a wonderful kind of day! If we could learn to work and play and get along with each other!” you sing together. “You got to listen to your heart, listen to the beat, listen to the rhythm, the rhythm of the street!” he sings. “Open up your eyes, open up your ears, get together and make things better by working together!” you sing. “It’s a simple message and it comes from the heart. Believe in yourself well that’s the place to start!” you sing together. Niall bursts into laugh. “You always do it!” he giggles. “Do what?” you ask. “Make me smile or laugh or just make me happy.” He says. “That’s good.” You whisper. “I love you.” He says. “I love you too.” You say. “And I miss you, leprechaun.” You say. “I miss you more, my pot… full of gold.” He mumbles. You burst into laugh. He’s the most perfect boy in the world. What did you do before meeting him? Nothing? The only thing you know is that you can’t live without him. Never.

 

 “10 days until I’m back at home, sweetie. I love you.” You read Niall’s message and go to the bathroom. You wash your teeth and go back to school. “(Y/N)!” you hear Caspar’s voice.

You try to ignore him and walk faster, but he grabs your hand and you turn around. “Morning.” He says. “Hello.” You say and try to smile. “With whom are you going to do this biology experiment?” he asks. “Um, I don’t have a partner.” You say. “Me neither! We could do it together!” he says. “What?” you mumble. “Yes. I’m going to tell the teacher.” He says. “Wait.” You say. He smiles and walks away. Jesus Christ, why?

You’re listening to the music on your iPod and walking home when you feel someone patting your shoulder. You take off your earphones and see Caspar smiling at you. “Hey.” He says. “Hello.” You mumble. “What do you think where we could do it?” he asks. “If you know what I mean!” he laughs and pokes you. You smile weakly and nod. “The project?” you mumble. “I thought we could go out. We could go to McDonald’s or Starbucks?” he asks. “I don’t Caspar.” you say. “Oh come on, don’t be such a pussy all the time. Fuck it, let’s go.” He says. “Hm, okay then.” You mumble. You just want to get rid of him. “Okay. Tomorrow at 7 PM at Starbucks? The one next to the school, OK?” he asks. “Okay.” You whisper. “See ya!” he shouts and walks away.

“Niall?” you whisper when you are at home. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re at home?” he asks. “Yes, I just arrived.” You mumble. “How was your day?” he asks. “Did you get any good marks?” he giggles. “Niall, I have to tell you something.” You say. “I have to do my biology experiment with Caspar and he asked me out.” You mumble. “What? He again?” Niall shouts. “Niall, please calm down.” You say. “He asked you out? Why can’t you do it at school? Bloody hell! He likes you!” he shouts. “Niall! He doesn’t! It’s just a biology experiment!” you say. “And you said distance won’t ruin the relationship!” he shouts. “What? Yes! It doesn’t!” you yell. “Just be me, (Y/N). For once! I found the most perfect girl in the world. Then I had to leave her for month and now she’s going out with a boy who SHE were in love with year ago! I’m miles away from you! You can’t do this to me!” he yells. “It’s a school thing.” You whisper. “I don’t care.” He says. “Are we fighting over phone?” you ask angrily. “I don’t want to lose you!” he says. “You won’t lose me. This is ridiculous!” you say. “This is ridiculous? You really think it is ridiculous? Jesus Christ…” he says. “You’re overreacting.” You say. “You have no idea how many times I have felt jealousy or pain or sad! Every day I see those pictures of you and your fans kissing you on the cheek! They can do this, but I can’t! But then I think that those girls deserve to meet you. I try to imagine how they feel. This must be amazing. I see girls crying, because they were in the same room with you! I understand them! I understand you!” you say. “It’s not the same.” He says. “What is it then? It’s just a school project, Niall.” You whisper. “It’s a date! I still-“ he says, but you hang up. What is he thinking? He can dictate your life? You don’t want to go out with Caspar either. You just want Niall to trust you. Just a little bit, because you trust him too. You know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You wouldn’t do anything either. Never.

 

 

“The chromosomes are in the nucleus, not in the cytoplasm.” You say. “They are? I actually thought it’s in the ribosome.” He says. “Ribosome…” you try to explain, but then you notice something weird - a man with a leprechaun costume. “What are you looking at?” Caspar asks. “Do you see that man with leprechaun costume staring at us?” you ask. “Yeah, he’s probably some kind of customer.” He says. “Yeah, probably.” You say. “So where were we?” you ask. You try to explain biology to him, but he doesn’t understand at all. Then you notice the leprechaun standing next to you. “How can I help you?” you ask. He shakes his head. “Ignore me, Miss.” He says. “Oh…okay?” you laugh awkwardly. The leprechaun observes your every move. He listens to your every word. “(Y/N)…” Caspar says and takes your hand. You look at him confusingly. “I’m tired of this stupid biology. We could go to my house.” He says and smiles. “No.” you say and try to pull your hand away, but he squeezes it. “You’re hurting me.” You whisper. “I’m sorry, sir. Please let her go.” The leprechaun says. You look at the leprechaun. “Let her go now. Or I’ll do something bad with your hand that’s squeezing her arm.” The green man says. “Is this your stupid bodyguard your stupid boyfriend sent you? You’re worthless and useless. I don’t care about this biology. You can do it.” He shouts and walks away. You look at the leprechaun angrily. “Who are you?” you ask. “Leprechaun.” He says. “Who sent you?” you ask, although you already know the answer. “Can’t tell you.” He smiles. “Now, I have to escort you at home.” He says. “And who tells you that?” you ask. “The man who ordered me to protect you.” He says. “And who is he?” you ask. Just tell his bloody name leprechaun, you think. “Mr X.” he jokes. “You’re stupid.” You say. “Niall James Horan is stupid too.” You say. He looks at you surprisingly. “Hah! Got you! Niall ordered you!” you shout. “Sneaky bastard!” you say.

“Well thank you, leprechaun.” You say and search for your house keys. “Wait. One more thing – I have to sing. You know…Irish men… And I have been paid for it.” He says. “Well, okay then.” You say and look at him.

Brian Adams - Please Forgive Me

“PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I know not what I do! Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you! Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through! Please forgive me, if I need you like I do! Please believe me, every word I say is true! Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you…” he sings. You burst into tears and laughter at the same time. You take your phone and call Niall. He instantly picks up. “I love you.” You say. “I love you too, (Y/N). Please forgive me.” He whispers. “There’s nothing to forgive.” You whisper. “9 more days and we’re together again.” He says. “Can’t wait.” You smile.

It’s 6 AM. You’re sitting on your bed and smiling like an idiot. This is it – you will see him today. You put your head on your pillow and try to calm down. You still have to wait, but not for long. He’s on the plane already.

It’s 9 AM. The teacher has asked at least three times why you are so happy. You can’t help but smile. He’s going to be home. He will be by your side soon and everything will be fine again.

It’s 2 PM and you have decided to skip the last class. You run home and try to bake a cake. You put on the CD Niall gave you. “Katy Perry’s on replay, she’s on replay…” you sing along. Your phone starts buzzing – a new message. “Hey, dear. I love you. Your Prince Charming xx” You smile and kiss the screen of your phone. “I love you more. Your Princess xx” You text back.

It’s 7 PM and you’re standing at the airport. You look at the clock and bite your lip. Your stomach is full of butterflies.