#allthingsfabulouis

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This is my favorite cover of WMYB, I love the piano, it's so calming :)

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what's a girl got to do to get 4 more followers?

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I need 10 more followers until I get to my next goal....HELP!

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One shot for: hipstahoran

You walk down the long, wide hallways of the mall. Passing shops, restaurants, random kiosks, but not stopping. Not daring to look up and see their doors, beckoning you to enter and waste what little money you have saved. You keep your head down, staring at your feet as they carry you across the faded retro carpet. You eyes follow the colored lines that run across the floor, weaving patterns and shapes you’ve never seen before. You’re not watching where you’re going and you end up stepping off the main hallway, onto a short, tucked away corridor. You realize no more than three people surround you now and you finally lift your head.

You’re in a small alcove of sorts. The five little shops that surround you all revolve around the same thing: music. A vintage record shop, a modern CD store, a speakers/microphones/amps/anything techie store, a sheet music shop, and the Musical Nook. It's actually the largest of the shops, but it's tucked away. Hence the name "nook." You head toward the sheet music, but slow your step as you pass the Nook.

The quiet strumming of an acoustic guitar floats out the door and fills the small alcove with lovely low chords. You turn and step inside, following the soft melody, weaving through aisles all the way to the back of the store. A small platform is set up as a stage. A tall old wooden stool rests on top of it, and it's occupied. The mystery musician strums the acoustic Gibson while he cradles it in his lap. His dirty and fading bleached blonde hair hangs down over his eyes, but the soft features of his face make you interested. Without his eyes, he's already attractive and the eyes are the most important asset to you, so you wonder just how breathtaking he is with them.

He laughs lightly and stops strumming. "I'm guessing you like it?"

You feel your cheeks burn bright red as a smile forms on your lips.

"Yeah," you laugh lightly back. "You're very good."

He shrugs and lifts his head. "I'm a little rusty."

"If you call that rusty, I'd love to hear how you normally play." You look up at him and you're heart stops. His cystal ocean blue eyes make your heart skip a beat.

"Maybe someday," he smiles and lifts his left hand. "I'm Niall."

"Addie," you smile back and take his hand in yours.

"I like that," he smiles, his pearly whites glittering in the flourescent lights. "It's different." You blush again and pull your hand away. "Good different," he says with a light laugh. "So," he sighs. "Addie."

You lift your head and look up at him. His blue eyes lock on yours.

"Do you come here often?" You both laugh lightly at his cheesy remark.

"Sometimes," you manage between staggered giggles. "You?"

"Fairly regularly," he smiles, but it quickly fades and he heaves a long sigh. "Or at least...as often as I can." You look at him questioningly and his smile returns. "You mean you don't recognize me?"

You give a light laugh and a small shrug. "Am I supposed to?"

"Yeah!" He blurts out and his cheeks quickly turn bright red. "I mean..." He stumbles over his words. "Well..."

You can't help but smile as you watch him struggle through his words. This adorable side adds to his boyish charm, making you like him even more.

"Here," he sighs and sets the guitar back on it's holder. "Let me show you." He holds out his right hand and you hesitate before taking it in your left. He leads you quickly out of the shop and across the hall to another: CD Addicts Anonymous. He pulls you toward the modern music and into the pop aisle. Your eyes scan over the CDs and watch the letters of the alphabet tick by. L....M....N.... Then you stop. O.

Niall flips through the CDs, clearly looking for one in particular. The artists' names fly by too fast for you to read, but it doesn't matter. He finds the one he wants, pulls it out, and hands it to you.

You stare down at the small plastic case in your hands. One Direction. Up All Night. Five boys stand with their arms wrapped around each other. The happy, ecstatic expressions on their faces are all very convincing. The boy on the far left has thick, curly brown hair. The boy next to him has short, jet black hair. Then another boy with curly, but light brown hair, a boy with average, short, side-swept brown hair, and the fifth boy: a blonde with crooked teeth. His bright blue eyes stand out in the picture, drawing your attention, and that's when you remember. You've seen those eyes before. You look up at Niall, he's eyes trying to read your expression, figure out what you're thinking. His crystal blues look deep into yours. You glance back down at the CD and smile.

"You know," you sigh, pointing at the blonde boy in the photo. "You have gorgeous eyes Niall."

"Thanks," he blushes. "You do too Addie."

You look back up at him and flash a huge dorky smile. He laughs and your turn back to the CD in your hands. "So are you guys any good?"

"We're alright," he shrugs.

"Show me." You hand him the CD and he looks at you uneasily. "Go on," you laugh lightly and playfully push him over to the player in the corner. He slips the CD in and you both put on the large puffy black headphones. An electric guitar strums and you can swear you're listening to Grease, but then a voice starts singing.

You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the door-or-or...

It takes you a minute, but you start dancing to the music. Niall watches you and laughs before he joins. The two of you hop around and dance like maniacs. By the end of the song, he has you wrapped in his arms to keep you from falling. You yank off the headphones and turn to face him.

"You're right," you sigh in defeat. "You guys are alright."

"Like alright, alright? Oralright, alright?" He asks you while a flirtatious smirk plays across his lips.

"Just...alright." You laugh and pull the headphones back down over your ears while he starts the next song. Niall looks at you with those dazzling blue eyes and smiles. As you start dancing to the next song, you take his left hand in your right and you don't let go, even after the CDs over.

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