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Just hold on to what we know is true{ Independent Niall Horan RP blog }

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The curly headed boy left another sigh escape his lip; giving up and accepting the compliment. “I-If you s-say s-so..b-but I-I s-still t-think I-it’s a-a-annoying.” A smiled took a form on his lips. Building enough courage to lean forward toward the Irish lad and pecking the lads cheek.” B-But thanks f-for t-the c-compliment.."

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      The flesh of his cheeks had only turned a brighter shade of red; his delicate freckles had vanished as the flush overtook the surface-- the feel of one's lips against him had always made Niall turn a bit more bashful; had made his cheeks a little more red, and had made him a little more shy.

Niall's eyes had averted to the floor, and his flushing face had turned into a vibrant hue of violet, "I-" The blush grew darker, "Woul' ye' like t' grab a cup 'o coffee?"

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A small pout formed on his lips now, the flush on his cheeks never leaving though; no one had ever compliment on his stuttering and he absolutely hated it. "N-No...I-Its a-annoying.." A sigh now escaped his lip;running hand through his curly hair. Trying build enough courage to ask the other lad on a little date to the near by Starbucks.

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    Why would he deny it? Niall always found fascination in a flaw; how one who appeared so perfect... wasn't-- how that girl with a flawless grin would snort when she laughed-- Niall loved that; he loved it with an undying passion; he had adored the other's stutter; because, a boy with such vibrant green eyes, and perfect crescent-shaped craters in his cheeks was stuttering-- flaws are beautiful to Niall Horan.

"Oi, shu' up, lad," A faint grin fell over the Irishman's mouth as his icy blue eyes met vibrant green ones, "I's t'e cutest t'ing 've hear inna long while."

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      His blue gaze had been slow to lift to the other; his eyes had elevated so fluently toward the fellow human - and it only took seconds for the accustomed grin to flash over his mouth.

"How ye' doin'?"

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Noticing a bit of the Irish lad insecurity, a smile formed on his lips; he adored how shy and flustered his cheek had become because of his comment. "I-I'm n-not a s-sweetheart." His smiled grew, dimple forming perfectly on his cheeks. "N-Niall, you're the best looking lad I have ever lad my eyes upon.." He finally said, without a stutter. "A-And t-that s-should b-be t-the o-only t-thing t-that m-matters." Stutters came back as his flush cheeks deepen in color.

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      His flush had deepened-- Niall had always been that way; that blush had been something accustomed to the freckled-flesh of his cheeks - that lip stretching grin seemed to have never once left since in the presence of Ollie-- and he would be lying if he said he didn't think the other was adorable; Niall had found the pure innocence, and utter happiness in the other's tone to be the absolute cutest.

"Ye'r stu'er is cute."

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The compliment that escape those beautiful Irish lad lips,made the curly headed boy heart skip a beat. He nibbled at his lower lip, trying avoiding eye contact with the lad in front him;so he tried to look at his shoes. But those beautiful cerulean orbs the Irish had, kept drawing the curly headed boy's attention, he looked into them. “N-No I-I d-dont, Y-You h-have o-one o-of t-the m-most b-beautiful e-eyes I-I h-have e-ever s-seen.” He’d say, continuing to nibble at his lower. 

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    The color of his cheeks had deepened; his blonde head of hair had lowered at the other's words-- because, Niall was never any good at accepting compliments - he had always been a bit... insecure, or, unsure of himself-- he had always watched others with such trained eyes, but, hadn't expected them to gaze back at the same rate; Niall didn't think of himself as even remotely handsome.

"They're really no'." His brow had furrowed as he trained his gaze on the ground-- dear lord, did he hate his blushing. "Ye' really 're a sweethear'."

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The curly headed boys emerald green orbs eye widen, his flush cheeks turning a darker pink, at the new that the Irish lad caught on to his nervousness. "I-I'm n-not n-nervous.." He tried to lie, failing miserably since his stuttering was getting worse. "Y-You're n-not j-jut N-Niall! Y-You're t-the most b-beautiful I-Irish m-man I-I h-have e-ever s-s-seen!" The curly headed boy was quick to cover his mouth at his word vomit.

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    The accustomed flush on his cheeks had grown darker-- the gentle flecks of brown that surfaced on the flesh had grown faint as the red hue overtook it; his smile had grown from more interested to more bashful; his eyes had lowered the lightest bit, and his fingers had curled around his wrist.

"I-really?" The words had came out more in a hurried breath as he stared at the other; it was only right to respond with a compliment, right? "Ye' go' real pre'ey eyes."

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“Mariana.” The blonde smiled. “Mari for short. Your’s?”

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    He liked her name, it was... different. 

"'m Niall."

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“That’s great to hear. Would you like to tell me your name?” she tilted her head to one side and bit down on her bottom lip.

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    His fingers had curled around his wrist while he watched the other-- and the friendly smile had yet to leave his mouth.

"'m Niall," He blinked, "An' ye' 're?"

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Taiga blinked, as she smiled softly with a nod.

“Pretty swell!”

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    The accustomed flush that had stained the freckled-flesh of his cheeks had returned as he smiled toward the other.

"T'ats great t' hear." 

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The younger boy swore he felt his heart melt; as he continue to hear that beautiful Irish accent escape the others lips. “T-That’s g-good to h-hear..” He stuttered out of nervousness. “D-Do I-I n-now…? I-I have gotten t-that b-before…” Nibbling on his lower lip, sensing that he was being awkward and annoying with his stuttering; but he unfortunately couldn’t help it. The lad in front of him was fit and making the young lad nervous.

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    The boy had merely reminded him of a child who had just gotten in trouble; a strong, but gentle green gaze - pouty pink lips - and a stutter; A kid who had gotten into mischief for wandering a little too far from his mother-- and the Irishman had only grinned; because, not only was it downright adorable - but, it had drawn him in further.

"Ye' don' have t' be nervous," The grin had increased as his hand stuck out, "'m Niall."

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“Fucking hell, Niall!” Sutton groaned and threw her hands up in the hair. “Who took ‘em if you didn’t, huh? Was it Harry? ‘Cos last time he stole one of my bras and threatened to sell ‘em on Ebay.” She inquired, folding her arms, and a scowl forming on her features. 

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    The laugh had only continued to grow-- the angrier the got, the harder Niall cackled; because, he could only imagine the fiery brunette threatening to sell his band mate-- she never would; Sutton was simply too innocent to perform such a task.

"I can tell ya, Sutt'," He grinned, "Bu' then I'd 'ave t' kill ya."

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She lowered her sleeves and started messing around with the hem of her shirt, averting her eyes from his to the floor. “You’re welcome,” Johnny looked back, noticing that the other was looking into her eyes. “I don’ mind. ‘m Johnny. ‘s nice to meet’cha, Niall. You’ve got a pretty original name.”

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    His eyes had been delicate to watch the other; his movements were now unsure more-so than subtle-- he had been deliberately intrigued by the other's inability to look one in the eyes; though, Niall not dare comment on it - he found the flaw quite... sweet-- cute, even. 

"'m a pre'ey original guy." A light laugh was given in spite of himself, "You 'ave gotta pretty original name too, Johnny."

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Sutton gave the blonde haired boy a nasty glare and shook her head slightly. She didn’t mean to be so harsh, she was only frustrated. “No, ‘m not alrigh’, you bloody git. Someone stole my drumsticks! I can’t find ‘em anywhere and we have rehearsal in twenty minutes.” She spoke through gritted teeth. Sutton rarely got angry, and when she did, she was like a Chihuahua: all bark and no bite.

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    A loud laugh had racked through the Irishman's body; his fingers had curled into his side as his head was thrown back-- Niall had always laughed; laughed when the little brunette got so upset over something so little-- and it was obvious one of the boys had taken her drumsticks. 

"'ey, lass, don' look at me."

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The girl turned around slightly to look at the boy, her eyes meeting his, as she pulled hair from her face behind her ear. “A-am I doin’ alrigh’? I guess. Are you?”

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    The shy demeanor of the other had only drawn Niall in so much further; all movements were subtle as a delicate smile attached to his lips.

"'m doin' good, t'anks fer askin'," His gaze had traveled to her eyes, "'m Niall; an' if ye' don' mind me askin' - what's yer name?"