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[german-imagines-1d]

The Poster - Chapter 13 (Niall Horan, English)

***

  I sniffed. "Do you smell that ?"

Niall looked at me with a frown. It remembered me at the concert where he was looking with the exactly same expression at me.

"Yes..?!" He said bewildered.

"SHOOOT THE PANCAKES!" I yelled.

_

He jumbed up from the couch, running to the oven. He suddenly dissappeared in the smoke which was all around the kitchen.

Oopsi?

I mean it was my fault.

I shouldn't have been staring at him, so now my shin wouldn't hurt.

Everything was my fault.

The trouble Niall now had.

What if Damian gets angry?

Or even more worse...

What if he would tell the press?!

Oh no.

Please don't.

"Shit." Niall cursed under his breath.

I stumbled on my two feet towards him. The pain wasn't that bad though.

"Can.. Eh, can I help you?!" I quietly asked.

He didn't even hear me.

"Niall?" I asked again.

"What?!" He said waving the smoke out of his view with a towel.

Oh... Now he was mad at me.

Why? Why!

Oh yeah... Eh okay I actually knew why.

I stumbled to the window and opened it.

He managed to stop the fire and soon the smoke was out of the window I just opened.

We both stared at a little black and burnt pancake.

Well I guess no pancakes for me today.

"Sorry." I whispered.

He stood right next to me.

His eyes met mine.

"Why?!"

"Because now the pancake is black and we can't -"

"No! I meant, why! Why are you apologizing?!"

"Because you are in trouble since I'm around.." I quietly stated.

"No..."

Ahh why he won't believe me? He is! He freaking is! - I thought.

"You are... Damian, the pancakes and you have to watch over me for the night..."

We sat back down on the couch.

"Wait?! First, it was my idea to get ya to mine for the night + why should I keep watching when a guy wants to beat the shit out of you and your best friend?"

I forgot about Claire.

I really need to talk to her soon...

Maybe I'll visit her at the hospital later... I thought and searched for a good answer...

'Yes, you are so damn right Niall!' - ?

No.

'Thank ya again you are my hero..' 

- ?

No. Too cheesy.

"Thank ya Niall. I owe you something." I finally said grinning.

"No. No! ...You ...don't need to." He said and blushed.

How cute this actually was.

I smiled at him.

"So what we're going to eat?" He asked me.

I shrugged.

"Aren't you guys on tour, Niall?" I asked, wondering why he is at home and not in the lad's tourbus.

"Yeah... But the show is tonight and OH SHIT! I FORGOT!" He said and ran out of the room down the hall.

So eh?!

WHAT?

I hate it when i'm awkwardly sitting around and don't know what I could do or what I'm supposed to do.

"GET UP! GRACE WE HAVE TO LEAVE! OR WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE." He yelled from another room.

"Okay." I yelled back.

***

  Soon we were sitting in his car while he was driving us somewhere.

"Where are we going ?"

" Oxford! We'll met the lads there... So be prepared.."

What did he mean?

Oh I get it.

He was still thinking i'm a crazy fangirl.

But, I'm not. Definately NOT!

I love their music and yes, they are hot. But I wouldn't freak out in front of them or treat them like the world just because they're famous. No.

"That's not me.."

Oops.

Shit.

I said that out ... LOUD.

"What aren't you?" He asked with a frown.

Argh how I hated it...

Everytime he does it I remember the concert and all this stuff...

"Nothing." I quickly said.

"You can tell me, Grace.. Ya know?"

Fine.

He looked almost sexy while he was driving...

How I couldn't answer him!?

"I'm not just a eh... a st- stupid... fangirl."

His eyes were locked with the road he never took them off of it.

"....I eh I know.." He almost whispered.

Why was he actually thinking-

Wait.

What?!

Did he just... Oh.

He knew it!?

"How?"

"I ... I don't know... I'm feeling this... Eh when I saw you there ... Eh I was search-."

"What??"

What was he talking about!?

I mean never heard about sentences?!

Please speak in a whole line so I would probably understand... I know this sounded bitchy but I really wanted to know what he was actually talking about....

"Nevermind.."

"Tell me Niall... You know you can always talk to me.."

Now I was being like him.

But who cares?!

He blushed in a deeply red tone and seemed to start sweating on his forehead.

Was he nervous?!

"I- eh I told the se-."

He swollowed hard.

"- I told the security to search for you... because... I didn't know where I saw you before.."

"You did what?"

I was frozen.

What? NIALL HORAN!!! Searched for me?

Me? A normal girl which hasn't that much hobbies but loves a boyband with a guy who is also named NIALL HORAN and we are talking about the SAME guy!

Somehow I managed to ask another question...

"And... And now you know?"

"Yes... Now I know.." He answered still looking straight on the road.

"But Niall?! We've never met before.." 

I said.

He turned his head to face me.

His eyes were sparkling blue.

Wow.

They were beautiful.

But I had to forget about his eyes...

Now: what was he talking about?

"We have.."

My eyes widened in disbelieve.

I was sure... We haven't....

I was about to say something as he stole my breath away...

"Grace... I think... -"

He took a deep breath.

  "I think I've been watching you all night..."

WHAT?

-GermanImagines

[german-imagines-1d]

The Poster - Chapter 10 (Niall Horan, English)

If you only knew Grace...

At this point I was staring at her. This magical moment in romantic films. There was nothing but her eyes. The beautiful brown ones. 

"Niall?" She whispered, waiting for an answer. Her cheeks were pink and they looked kind of adorable.

"Eh ... it's ok." I spoke with a trembling voice. Looking down at her covers, smiling.

She gave me a cup and I quickly swallowed the liquid.

"So eh what do you like? Have you got any hobbies?" I asked fiddling with my fingers,

She smiled at me what made me weak. 

"Ehm... I like listening to good music and sometimes I draw things.  I also like taking pictures, swimming and so ... yeah... what about you?" She said.

She wasn't that girl what talked as much as the others. She was quiet and cryptic. My mysterious girl.

Did I just said 'MY'?

Oh Niall... this is going way too far.

"I like singing... obviously and... I also like eating food. I support Derby County and yeah... What is your favourite sport?"

"Football and badminton." She answered.

"Badminton?"

"Yes. I played it for a while... but this is a long time ago."

"Why did you stop?" I asked curious.

She almost choked on her coke. "Long story... maybe I'll tell you next time."

There's going to be a next time? Somehow I was happy about it. Just like a little kid. She was still acting mysterious... what I liked alot. My thoughts were interrupted by her buzzing phone. 'Claire' and a picture of the girl who was standing next to Grace at our concert, popped up on the screen. She looked over at me and I nodded, allowing her to answer the call. Then she pressed the button ...

"Claire?" She said with anger in her voice. 

There was a silent, as Grace stood up, leaving me alone again. It surprised me. She didn't even turn around to look at me. I scanned her room. Every spot was unique. She's a speciall girl but totally normal and down to earth. My thoughts went back to my dreams. Suddenly I stood up looking for my view I always had in every single dream. Somewhere here it had to be. It was useless... I didn't find it. Fustrated I sat down on her bed. Then I realized that my view was a spot in her room where her wardrobe stood. I scanned the tall wood. 

I approached to get a better look at it and I found something interesting. Scotch tape leftovers. 

Something had to hang her before she took it off. Maybe a picture or so...

She said she likes taking pics. But how could I look through a picture... The person on it...

... it had to be me ...

Then the thought came back into my mind. She was a fangirl.

Maybe there hung a poster ?! 

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[german-imagines-1d]

The Poster - Chapter 9 (Niall Horan, English)

Her beautiful, long brown hair fell down on the pillow underneath her head. She was snoring lightly, which I think was really cute, sleeping under pink flowers and red hearts. She was so beautiful and breathtaking. I thought about that dream last night, while I grabbed some of my best clothes I had in our tour bus. Somehow my hair seemed to look quiet good this morning. I decided to take a shower but I wont make my hair wet, because it looked so good. That was akward, my hair was always looking messy. Maybe... It's because I slept so well. She is calming me down. It confused me, why I couldn't see her first... Every thing was black like I said before... But fortunately she came back in my dreams and I fell asleep. The show in Birmingham was amazing. All the fans. The boys and ... and ... Somehow her face was on every single fan in the crowd. It was totally creepy.  But there was something I was sad about. She was such a lovely girl and so pretty. She stole my breath away and she was my dreams. But I knew... I'll never be able to show her how I'm feeling. If there was a speciall feeling. I had to know her first. But even if I'd know her...  We'd never be more than friends. I stared at the reflection infront of me. 'Niall is that a sad face?!' I asked myself and tried to smile. But I couldn't think about something else ... And I couldn't smile while thinking about it... We texted for about two weeks and I just hope she is going to be a good friend... Grace POV: I don't know why but I hung up my posters again last night. I couldn't sleep without them. Without these deeply blue eyes, which are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Prettier than the bluest sky and the clearest ocean. I promised myself I'd take them off before Niall will enter the room. But I slept really well and that counts. ***  I put on my skinny blue jeans and a brown tank top. My hair was falling in waves down over my left shoulder. I've never been that kinda girl who was looking like a doll. I kept my make up nude and natural. Mascara and Lipgloss. I didn't even need rouge 'cause I'm blushing and then my cheeks are looking like tomatos. I still couldn't believe it was Niall who was just going to meet me thos evening. ME?! I've been never even thinking about it. I had to be dreaming all this stuff. But ... maybe he just want a friendship ?! - I thought while staring at the face in front of me, travelling down the smooth paper with my fingers. I just hoped he wont let me down. ***  The doorbell rung and I made my way down the hallway. I peared through the thick glasses and saw him standing there... My heart was thumping against my chest and the heat in my cheeks increased. My hands were shaking as I opened the door trying to calm down and smiling at him. Wow. He looked amazing. Beautiful hair. Clothes. Face. Smile. And ... his eyes. I shivered. They looked even better than on my posters. SHIT! THE POSTERS!!! "Hi." He said and hugged me tightly. "Hey. Ehm excuse me for one second?!" I said after leading him to the door of my room. "Just wait here." I smiled, red cheeked. I closed the door behind me and ran towards my bed, carefully taking the posters down my walls and hiding them under my bed. He wouldn't find them there. I thought. "You can come in now."  I said as I opened the door looking into a confused face. "Eh.. Thanks." He said blushing. Thank you god. I wasn't the only person in the world with those habits. He entered the room looking around. "You can sit down on my bed if you want to." "Thanks." He said sitting down. "You want something to drink?" I asked fiddling with my fingers. "Ehm yeah... Coke?" He asked still with pink cheeks. I smiled. "I'll be right back. Don't run away." He laughed and I left him alone. Niall's POV: She was so beautiful. Her hair fell down in waves and she really knew how to make me blush. She left me alone to get me a coke, so I was sitting on her bed, lonely into her room. Suddenly I was looking at her pillow. "You were so cute while you were asleep." I whispered to myself travelling over the duvet. Pink flowers and red hearts. I can't get anough of - Wait!? What??? Am I asleep? I thought. I was dreaming. No I wasn't. This really happened. But how could I ? I'd never seen her room before. Only in my dreams. But... Wasn't that just an imagination? I heard a noise and Grace stood in the doorway with a coke in her left and two cups in her other hand. "Here's your coke." She grinned. I tried to not look as worried as I felt. " Thank you, Grace." I smiled. She sat down next to me handing me one cup. "Sorry for my covers... I bet it's really awkward as a lad sitting on pink flowers and red hearts." She spoke. Grace if you only knew...

[german-imagines-1d]

The Poster - Chapter 8 (Niall Horan, English)

Hey it's me.... Grace. Well I have to tell you something. I'M DATING NIALL HORAN!  Ok eh not really... but we were often chatting on twitter... The next day was the first time he wanted to visit mine. I was so freaking nervous. I cleaned my room for the first time in like ... ages. Yeah I was a messy, probably. Eww I found things I didn't even know they exist in my room. Banana peels... eh ok I think I should stop talking about this right now. Well as I thought I was finished with my room I looked around, proud of my result. BUT OH NO! I imagined how embarrassing it would be, if Niall had seen the posters of him, above my bed. I hastily walked over to my bed and took them down, hiding them under it, where nobody would find them.  Now I was finished. Finally.  I fell on my bed with a sigh, closing my eyes. Then I dreamt about our date. About all our twitter-chats and his lovely voice in my head. Niall's POV: This really happens right now? - I had my first real date. Fortunately tomorrow was our first day off, no concert no interviews. I was so excited and nervous. She was so lovely and I was still dreaming about her every single night. Somehow it was something I was happy about. Every evening I sat on my bed and couldn't wait 'til I fell asleep. Only too see this beautiful girl sleeping. With this words I drifted off to sleep. ... It was dark. Maybe she switched off the lights? But I always saw her, because she never slept in a room full of darkness. It was terrible. It was already bad enough that I couldn't move or speak to her but at least I saw her and now I was blind. Black.... everything was black and dark. My eyes shot open. I couldn't sleep like this. There wasn't anything I could dream about. She was the only thing on my mind. She was the only girl in my dreams. She was the one who could calm me down in a speciall way. Maybe... NO... I had to stop to think like this... I pulled the covers away, trying to fell asleep again with some cold air on my legs. It was still hot.  But I couldn't ... I couldn't sleep.  .... The whole night I was awake, thinking about that girl.  Then the thought came back in the front of my mind. ... Maybe but just MAYBE? ... she was the one I fell in love with?