Save You Tonight- (Niall Horan Fan-Fiction ON HOLD)

~Chapter 1~ Texting.. And... Texting...

Natasha's POV:

       The dim lighting in my room, was not really working with the mood I was in right now. The lighting was always like this in my room, at the fucking wrong moments. I mean, if your sad, do you really want this dim lighting hanging from your roof, just to make the mood worse?

I would not.

I picked up my IPhone 5, looking at the case. It was a plain blue, my favorite colour. I smiled, before texting the person who I was thinking about for the last hour.

To: Unknown Number

Hiya! It's Natasha! :D xxx

I clicked "send" button and waited.

And waited.

And waited...

You see, I was expecting this. He might be busy at sound check, or some shit he does. Sorry to sound mean, but I don't know what pop stars do.

Suddenly, my phone started singing "Nobody Compares" I did a fist pump and looked at my phone.

From: Unknown Number

What took ya so long? I was worried! Oh, and my phone died. xxx -N

I smiled, before setting the number in my contacts. Now he will be with me.

Forever....

And Ever...

And ever...

Just joking!

To: The Leprechaun

Lol, I was just trying to do something. And, it's kay.

I pressed send, and waiting for a reply, that really didn't take long. I hardly had anytime to exit out of the messaging app.

From: The Leprechaun

Good. Do you want to meet the boys? xx

I thought about it for a moment.

Who's the boys, first of all?

Second, what if he's just a rapist?

Third, maybe he's from One Direction YOU MORON!

I rolled my eyes at myself giggling.

To: The Leprechaun

Sure, but I don't know who the boys are?

I lay back on my bed, sighing. In a couple of hours I have to go practice for the championships, and I can't be late. I sighed, suddenly feeling neglected.

I haven't had anything sweet in awhile, because my trainer said that it might "Hurt-My-Flight-Speed" If I eat too much junk food. I'm not a plane, I can eat and my "Flight speed," Whatever the fuck that is, will be the same.

See, I'm scared to stand up to my trainer, if you saw you, you would too. I mean, he's older than me, of course. But if you see the look on his face when you say "I don't like your plan"

It looks like he's about to murder a cow.

I was thinking WAY too much, I got 3 text messages from The Lep.

From: The Leprechaun

Oh, I'll tell you when you get here.