Co-written by @summerinhawkins who I owe most of this to.
Warnings: Some language. 700 words of fluffy fluff. Sorry for the cuteness. ENJOY cause it gets crazy!
Your alarm woke you up the next morning, still in shock about what had happened last night. You checked your DMs to make sure you didn't actually dream that. You scrolled through your notifications to see 2 new from Niall.
Good morning, beautiful. Not sure what time it is in Philly, hope I didn’t wake you.
You read the message again because you swore Niall James Horan just called you beautiful.
Of course you didn’t. Right now, it’s 8:30AM in the city of brotherly love and it’s pretty nice outside. Sunny and 72 degrees, if you want me to be specific.
Your phone pinged in seconds with his response back. This was the fastest a man had ever responded to you. You weren't sure if he was bored or genuinely interested.
Better than here, it’s just raining in London like normal .
I’ve actually never been to London before. It’s been on my bucket list since I was little.
You should come to London sometime and stay with me! Or at a hotel... or whatever you're comfortable with.
Take me out to dinner first, Horan, before you invite me back to your place. Haha 😉 In all honesty, I don’t think I can afford a round trip to London.
Oh I plan on it. Just say when and don’t worry about any of that, petal. I've got you've covered.
Oh, Niall. I can't let you do that. You barely know me and I would be forever in your debt.
I think we can figure out how you can make it up to me… Please. I really want to meet you.
You lived with your sister, Chloe and her best friend, Olivia. You both were extremely close and told each other everything. She was 4 years older than you. Holding your phone, you walk over to her room. You see her sitting at her desk on the phone with her boyfriend. You walk in and lay down on her bed, waiting patiently for her to finish up her conversation. You had so much to tell her.
“Hey whats up?” she smiled.
“Soo…… something happened last night and it’s pretty life changing.” you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling so big.
“....what is it?” she came over and laid next to you.
“I was one of the fans that was picked to go live with Niall and he may or may not have heard me sing in front of 40,000 people.”
“WHAT!!! HOLY FUCK! NOO WAY. LIV GET IN HERE.”
“What the hell is going on? WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?” Olivia stood in the doorway in a bathrobe and her hair up in a towel.
“Niall Horan has been sliding into Y/N’s DM’s and loved her singing.” Chloe snatched the phone out of your hands to read through the messages, showing them to Liv as proof.
“BITCH HE’S LITERALLY FLIRTING WITH YOU!” Chloe would not stop yelling.
“...And he wants me to come to London to stay with him," you added, casually.
Both their eyes widened, “Girl, you’re gonna go right? You can’t say no. First, Niall Horan wants you to stay with him in his house, he’s definitely flirting with you AND this could really help jump your dream of becoming a POP GIRL.”
You took a nervous breath, “I know. I gotta go right? This is like the universe telling me bitch this is your fucking shot, take it or leave it.”
“Plus… you’ve been in love with Niall since you were 15, (Y/N). DM him back and tell him that yes, you’ll spend some time in London with him. Maybe he’ll take you out on the town and show you some of the hot spots.”
Your mind was racing, so many emotions and thoughts crowded your head and it was overwhelming. You didn’t think twice about it. The answer was yes.
Ok, Niall. I’ll take your offer. See you in London.
Buying your ticket as we speak, my love. Can’t wait to meet you in person.
You exchanged info for him to accurately buy your plane ticket and within 10 minutes, you were going to London to spend some time with famous singer/songwriter, THE Niall Horan. You were set to leave in 2 days.
As always, co-written by @ultravioletbeaches who I owe most of this to.
WARNINGS: overload of cuteness fluff. 1.6k words. A little dirty talk but nothing yous can’t handle This is by far my favorite chapter.
Thank you for all the love on this series. You guys rock.
You refused to get changed with Niall because you wanted to keep the element of surprise. Except for the damn zipper in the back. It was nearly impossible to ever pull up a zipper on the back of a dress.
“Uhhh.. Niall!!” you shouted from the closet.
“Yeah?” Niall walked quickly to the closet, out of breath, his dress shirt barely tucked in and only buttoned up halfway.
“Could you?” you motioned for him to zip up your dress.
“‘Course I can,” he smiled. You watched as he lightly zipped your dress all the way to the top.
He wrapped his arms around you, admiring your look in the mirror, “You look beautiful, darling.”
“Wait. This would be the perfect mirror selfie moment.”
“Oh, jesus.”
“What?”
“I’m not even fully dressed yet!”
“Exactly.” you grabbed your phone that was on the floor and got in the same position as before. You hid half your face with your phone before snapping one. You looked over your shoulder at Niall and pressed a kiss on his lips, capturing the cute moment. You pulled away after snapping the photo, looking Niall directly in the eyes. "See? Perfect."
"Now finish getting dressed so we can go. I'm starving," you unwrapped yourself from him and smacked him on the butt.
He jumped and laughed. "Ooh, kinky. But also you're always starving, babe," he cackled as he walked back to his room.
Once you applied your make-up and slipped on your heels, you looked at the photo you took and smiled. "Should we make it Instagram official?" You asked yourself as you walked into his room, where he was tying his tie.
"Hey, Ni…" you sat down on the bed, next to him. "Do you mind if I post the photo I took?"
“Yeh. I want everyone to know that you’re my girl now,” he looked at you through the mirror and smiled.
"Ok…" your face blushing red. "I just need a caption. Ooh, I got it."
Put a Little Love On Me ❤ and post….
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Niall opened the passenger door and shut it once you were all the way in. He did a little jog to get over on the other side.
On the way to the restaurant, you stared in awe as you watched your newly announced boyfriend look in the rear view mirrors to switch lanes and pull into the restaurant. Niall quietly tried searching through the crowded parking lot for a spot.
He caught you staring at him out of the corner of his eye, looked over at you and smiled. "Take a picture. It'll last longer, (Y/N)." He laughed.
"I'm sorry. You're just so pretty and I just can’t believe this is actually happening. Still so surreal.” you shook your head and watched as Niall pulled into a spot.
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You held onto his hand as you walked to the front doors, of course, more paparazzi were waiting for any celeb to walk out.
“Did I forget to mention that this is a very well known restaurant and many celebs come here to eat with their significant other?” he whispered to you as you walked closer to the front door.
“It might have slipped your mind,” you laughed nervously.
“Just keep yer head down or yer hand over your eyes so the flashes don’t blind ya. I’ll guide ya through all that madness.”
And he did just that, many paparazzi didn’t even know your name, they just kept calling you “mystery girl! Mystery girl” over and over again. Jesus, it wasn’t hard to find out your name. Especially if you’re good at searching for the person on social media. He DID follow you on Instagram.
The nice hostess showed you to your seats. This was probably the nicest restaurant you’ve ever been too. You don’t go out to fancy restaurants often because they were always so damn expensive for just a tiny amount of food. You were fine with the classic Applebee’s or The Cheesecake Factory.
"I guess I'm not getting chicken tenders here," you joked.
Niall laughed, taking his seat across from you, placing the napkin on his lap, “You’re gonna haveta find something else here bub.”
You pouted as a joke, looking at the menu. Not knowing what half the stuff was. But you were too afraid to actually admit that.
The waitress approached your table with some bread and this weird looking butter thing. "Hi, I'm Kate, your server for tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?"
"Ello. Can we get your finest cabernet?”
“Of course you can, sir. Very good choice,” she smiles at the both of you, “I’ll give you a couple more minutes with the menu.”
“Thank you," you smiled at her.
“Let me know if you need anything or if you’re ready,” she quickly walked away, vanishing into the kitchen.
“What are you thinking, Ni?” you asked, reviewing the menu.
“Probably filet mignon, mashed potatoes and asparagus, you?”
“I was thinking a steak, baked potato, caesar salad with cheese on the side, of course, because honestly, I know what all of that is," you laughed.
“You’ll get used to it all the new words that American’s wouldn’t understand, not meaning that disrespectfully.” Niall reassured you.
“No, I get it. You guys live a different lifestyle than Americans do and that’s okay. I want to learn a new lifestyle.”
“Next I’ll have to take ya to Ireland to show you that way of life.” he laughed.
Kate brought out two wine glasses and poured each of you a glass, “Would you like to keep the bottle?”
“Yes, please.” Niall nodded, taking the bottle out of her hands.
“Were you two ready to order?” Kate asked.
“I think so,” Niall looked at you, “Darlin’ why don’t you go first.”
You told her what you would like. She nodded and wrote it down. You could feel Niall's eyes staring at you the whole time. He ordered his meal and Kate walked away.
Your face blushed and you took a sip of wine. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Cause yer so beautiful," he smiled.
Your leg brushed against his, "Oh please. You're just saying that cause my boobs are practically all the way out.”
He looked down, admiring the exposed skin. "I mean that helps, but, no Y/N, you're truly beautiful. All of you."
"Thank you Niall.”
You two talked about your personal lives, work lives, fun facts about yourselves and before you knew it, your food was in front of you looking absolutely delicious.
You grabbed your steak knife and dug in. "Mmm," you moaned as you tasted how good it was.
"Ya like it, darlin?"
"I don't know what tastes better….this steak or your meaty cock," you said, seductively putting the piece in your mouth.
Niall nearly choked on his food and took a sip of water, “Ya know baby girl, this three date rule you have going on, it’s gonna kill me if you keep saying things like that."
"I need to make sure I really like you first before you bang me into the headboard and I really want you to,” you felt yourself growing a bit damp between your legs just thinking about it.
"Shit, (Y/N),” he moved his hand to his lap, resting on his growing boner. “Also, don’t ever think for a second that I don’t actually like you. Do you think I would buy a fan a first class seat to London, let her stay in my home for as long as she wants, cuddle me in bed, and give me head if I didn’t like her?”
“Come on. You would let anyone give you head. You’re a guy,” you joked.
“(Y/N), I’m serious,” his entire demeanor changed. He was serious. “I’m not trying to change your mind about the three date thing but I want you to know that I really do like you,” he grabbed your hand and kissed it.
You look down to hide your wide smile and rosy cheeks, “I really like you too, Niall. Being here with you this entire stay makes me never want to leave.”
“So, don’t,” he pleaded.
“What?” you asked, making sure you heard him right.
“Don’t leave, (Y/N)... I’m sorry. I know that’s selfish to say because you have a life back home, but I’ve never been happier since you arrived. I never intended to fall for you. I really wanted to get you the record deal you deserve, but in the process, you swept me off my feet with your sexy dimples and your smile and your humor….” he rambled.
“Yes,” you cut him off.
“What?”
“I won’t leave. I love my sister but I know she’s been wanting to move in with her boyfriend and just couldn’t find a way to tell me. The only thing I have, job wise, in Philly is my singing gig I have every weekend at a coffee shop off Market St. and that is probably going absolutely nowhere. If this didn’t happen, I’m not sure what I would have done, probably move back in with my parents. Starting a new life with you Niall would be so fun. Obviously, we’re not far into our relationship but I’m looking forward to moving forward with our journey. I can go on tour with you and be your good luck charm.”
You could tell he wanted to kiss you so bad, but couldn’t because of the table and the many witnesses.
The two of you finished up dinner pretty quickly, respectfully passing on dessert. He quickly paid the check and you were out of there. The damn paps were still out there, this time, you didn’t shield your eyes from the bright flashes of white light. The paps then followed you all the way to the car. Niall grew angry with the stalkers and gave them the finger before helping you into the car, quickly driving off so they couldn’t find you.
Co-written by @summerinhawkins, who I owe most of this too
Thank you so much for your interest in this. I truly love this series.
WARNINGS: 1500 words of fluff. Next chapter is what yall are waiting for.
The smell of dinner fills your nostrils. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to have dinner. You were starving. You were finishing up unpacking when you noticed an unopened pocket in your suitcase.
You opened it and found lingerie, that you know you didn’t pack. You didn’t even own something like this. Chloe had to have bought it for you.
“Damnit, Chloe,” you mutter under your breath. You pick up your phone and text your sister.
Did you pack LINGERIE in my suitcase?
HI (Y/N)! I’m guessing you’re there. I may have packed some lingerie in your suitcase, you know for sexy time with Niall.
You could have left me SOME regular pajamas.
Oopsie. Hehe. Let me know which ones he likes and use protection! ;)
Luckily, you packed some cotton shorts and old band t-shirts to sleep in. Hopefully it didn’t get too cold in the middle of the night because you were someone who was always cold.
You shook your head and put the article of clothing, or lack thereof, back in the small pocket where you found it. Odds are, you probably won’t be needing that anytime soon.
Minutes later, you looked in the closet with your hands on your hips, proud of how organized all your stuff was. You couldn’t lie, it looks like you moved in with him, which isn’t something that you’re mad about. You liked being with Niall, even though you’ve been in his house for a half hour. You scooted your suitcases to the back of the closet. Before you left the room, you changed into something more comfortable. An oversized tye-dye shirt and a pair of cheap leggings did the trick. You felt at home. You open your door and close it quietly.
You can hear Niall singing to himself while cooking. Taking a few steps in your colored socks, you notice the door to his room was partially open. A part of you wanted to go in and explore by yourself, but you knew that it was the wrong thing to do and a total invasion of privacy. God damnit, you wanted nothing more than to just have free reign over his closet. All you wanted to do was snuggle into one of his big sweatshirts that just smelled like him. Just walking by it, you could smell his scent and wondered what his silk sheets would feel against your skin, with him cuddling next to you.
As you imagined that situation, you didn’t realize that you were now practically in the middle of his room. You heard Niall calling you that dinner was ready and heard footsteps approaching. You tried to go back to your room before he found you, but it was too late.
“Shit,” you whisper, not making it out of his room quick enough.
“Were ya THAT eager to see my room, AKA, where the magic happens, (Y/N)?” he raises his eyebrows with his hands on his hips.
“I’m sorry. I was curious as to what an international pop star’s room looks like and this was definitely not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I’m not sure, really, but it wasn’t just plain dark green walls. It’s actually cleaner than I thought.”
“Good, I cleaned the shit out of this house before I went to pick you up.”
“That’s why I can still smell the Lysol, haha,” you went over to one of his bedside tables to swipe it with your finger, holding it up, “and look! No dust!”
“Not anywhere you can see anyway, haha”
“You didn’t have to do all this for me, Ni. Believe me, I’m not the tidiest person,” you joke, “You should see my room back at home.”
“What would the headlines say? Niall Horan- messy home owner. My career would be over,” he joked.
“Or Niall Horan, a normal human being, who has a life,” you retort back.
He chuckled and looked back towards the kitchen. “Come on, dinner’s get going,” reaching out to grab your hand. You gladly take it as he walks you into the kitchen where he has laid out two plates and some silverware for the both of you. Also, 2 glasses of red wine, your favorite.
“Niall this looks amazing.”
“Thanks. I made ya one of my favorite meals to cook: chicken with mashed potatoes and corn."
“Wow… looks like there’s seasoning on it this time!” you joke, remembering that time Niall posted a chicken on his Instagram story that clearly wasn’t seasoned.
“Oh my God, I still get shit for that to this day and that was like a year ago. Yes, there was seasoning on that chicken I swear.”
“Okay, Niall, whatever you say.” you laughed, sitting down across from him instantly digging in. “Yum!”
After a couple minutes of minimal conversation, Niall was the first to speak, “So, ya know so much about me, but i hardly know anything about ya. Spill. Tell me your deepest darkest secrets. I won’t tell.”
You first take a swig of wine then spoke, “Well, you know I live in Philly. Lived there my whole life. I live with my sister, Chloe, and her best friend Olivia, who say hello by the way, uhhh I like to sing songs and play guitar. That’s about it, really.”
“Hey, that kinda sounds like me. Witout the living in Philly part.” Niall put a piece of chicken in his mouth. God you wish you were that chicken. Your face turned red, just thinking about it, but you hoped he didn’t notice. “Do you write songs?”
“I do, but they aren’t good. I just like covering songs.”
“Well, that’s why I invited ya out here. You got massive talent and I think you should share that with the world.”
“I still can’t believe you did that.”
“Did what?” he asked.
“Invite me here! To stay at your house! I feel like I haven’t said thank you enough.”
“Don’t worry… you have and it’s my pleasure. I love using my celeb status to help singers chase their dreams.”
After the two of you finished eating, you helped Niall clean off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. You expected housekeepers and a butler, but Niall did a lot of the chores himself, which made you love him even more.
“Why don’t you go get your guitar and we can work on some of those songs you’ve written, been dying to hear them.”
You nod your head, “Okay.” You scurry off, obviously stopping to admire Niall’s sheets in his room again, then quickly getting your guitar and meeting him back in the living room.
When you approached the room, he already had his guitar in his hand, strumming a few chords. You noticed he had a song book of his own. When he saw you enter the room, his face lit up like a Christmas tree, “Come. Sit down. Have something I wanna show you.”
“What is it?” you said, setting your guitar next to you on the weirdly large couch.
“I, well, I wrote this song a while ago, and I just feel like it doesn’t fit me… but it may be great for you.”
“Ni.. I can’t. That’s your song. I can’t take your song.”
“Sure ya can, every great artist has songs written for them at some point.” he scoots closer to you to show you the lyrics.
“Wow… this is really beautiful and… personal” you hesitate.
“Yeah, but, we can change some of the lyrics too. I was also thinking we could work togeder and write a song?”
“Niall… that would be a dream. That is one of the top things on my bucket list. That and visiting London, which I guess I can cross off now,” you said.
After working on the lyrics to Niall’s song for a few hours, you felt the feeling of tiredness growing on you. You leaned back against the couch and rested your head on it.
“Ya tired there, (Y/N)?,” he asked, concern growing on his face.
“More jetlagged than anything, but yeah, I could sleep.” you smiled.
“Ahh, I forgot about that. Go to sleep then.”
“But what about you?” you asked.
“I’m not really tired, so i’ll probably just work on songs and watch some TV.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you lightly press your hand on his arm.
“(Y/N), please, I would feel more comfortable if you’re comfortable, and you don’t look it.”
“Okay.” you close your eyes and smile.
“Goodnight, (Y/N), I’ll see ya tomorrow. And don’t forget, if you need anything and I mean anything, please wake me up.” he said.
“Okay. Goodnight, Niall,” you said, walking down the hall and climbing into bed. You didn’t normally sleep well in a bed that wasn’t yours but you were so tired, you fell asleep immediately.
“Good night, my angel,” Niall whispered, watching you walk down the hallway. He puffed out air and ran his fingers through his hair. This was going to be a long visit...
As always, co-written by @ultravioletbeaches, who i owe most of this to.
This is a short one, but it’s cute. 900 words of fluff. Thank you all so much for the support on this. Happy Chromatica Day!
(YN's POV)
The next couple days between you two were kind of awkward, but fun. You revealed a big secret to Niall that you haven’t told a lot of people. Because of that, Niall was very careful around you, only occasionally peppering kisses to your forehead and being really sweet. In the early hours of the morning, you two shared leg-shaking orgasms. However, you didn’t know what to do about your feelings, but you know you wanted more. So much more.
Although the sexual tension between you two slowed down, the songwriting didn’t. Actually your connection made you two closer together when it came to songwriting. Yes, he was rich enough to have the capability to record a full length song in his own home, so you spent a lot of time recording and writing.
You two have also been exploring the city the past few days and you are so glad you came here. He held your hand as he took you to many of London’s most famous landmarks, the sweet gesture making you smile. It was beautiful and you wish you could live here forever.
The only thing you could have done without was the paparazzi. They followed you everywhere. During your adventures, you would spot men in hats taking pictures of you. Niall kept telling you to ignore them and that you’ll get used to it. You couldn’t wait to see the tabloids calling you the “mystery girl on Niall’s arm.”
When you scrolled through Twitter you saw a picture of you and Niall, holding hands, looking happy as ever. However, your happy mood quickly changed when you read the headline, “Niall Horan Seen Hanging Out With Mystery Girl, Who Is Bound To Break His Heart Again.”
“Uh oh,” you whispered, sitting on the couch, trying to shield your phone from Niall, who was sitting next to you on the couch, watching golf. Your feet were resting on his lap, with his hand resting on top of your feet, only moving when he would shift to yell at the TV screen. You had only been here a few days, but you loved how passionate Niall got when watching golf.
Your time here in London was meant to be business and it mostly was, but after your fun morning, you didn’t know what to label this anymore. All you know is you didn’t want Niall to see this and take it the wrong way- whichever way that was.
“Everything alright?” Niall asked, his head turning towards you with his eyes still glued to the TV.
“Hmm?” you asked, trying to think up an excuse. You hadn’t realized you said that out loud and now needed to think fast. “Umm… yeah. Everything’s fine. Just, uh, Lady Gaga had to postpone her album,” you frowned.
“Oh really? Damn, I was kinda looking forward to it. She has a collab with Ariana Grande on there,” he said, turning his attention back to the TV.
“Yeah I know,” you trailed off, biting your nail. That was your tell when you were lying, but Niall hadn’t figured that out yet, thank God.
You decided to ignore the headline and read the comments, which probably weren’t any better, but you were curious. Luckily, to your surprise, the comments were pretty positive. Many of them were calling you a “cute couple” and loved “how happy you made Niall.” That made you smile really big, despite the negative headline.
“So, surprise, surprise. Pictures of us from yesterday were shared online. The fans think we are cute. Look,” you said, shifting positions and lying your head on Niall’s chest.
He turned his head away from the TV and looked at the comments. He chuckled. “They think we’re a couple,” he leaned down and kissed your cheek, wrapping his arm around you.
“I mean that wouldn’t be the worst thing they could call us, would it?,” you said. “We ARE going on a date tonight,” you shrugged.
“I owe ya three dates, remember,” he said, pinching your hip. He laughed, which made you not mad at him anymore, because fuck that laugh was sexy. “I’m kidding,” he said, seeing your demeanour change. “By the way, dress nice tonight. It’s a pretty fancy place.”
“OOOh, fancy, huh?” you put your phone down next to you and started rubbing Niall’s chest. “I think I know just the outfit.”
”Mmm, yeah,” Niall asked, his full attention on you, tracing his fingers on the inside of your thigh. “Will it turn heads?”
“Oh, it’ll definitely turn some heads, but it might also raise some heads, if you know what I mean,” you teased.
You heard Niall moan quietly and saw his cock twitch in his pants. He had to readjust himself and clear his throat. His attention turned back to the TV. “As long as it’s only mine,” he breathed out. The wetness between your legs was growing and you couldn’t wait until tonight.
The dress you bought the other day was equal parts classy and sexy. You got green because you know it’s Niall’s favorite color and low cut because you know it was Niall’s favorite asset.
You were serious about the three date thing, however. You wanted to get to know Niall more before he was pounding you against his headboard. However, the feeling between your legs when Niall would walk around in just his tight boxers convinced you otherwise. You knew your dress tonight would drive Niall wild and you weren’t sure what was going to happen or what you wanted to happen, but you were ready.
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