Dark Temptations: A Niall Horan Imagine

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Meetings

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Meetings

I had just made it to the upstairs hallway before I heard a hard swoosh of wind flow past my shoulders. I stopped abruptly, planting my feet firmly into the floor. Niall was standing in front of me. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the dark wood panels of the wall and put on his award-winning smirk. Oh brother.
“Finally, you follow some of my directions. I was getting a little worried there”. Translation = If I didn’t meet him here in the next 5 seconds he would have been super fucking pissed and would do something about it that I certainly would regret for not following his directions.
“Yeah, well, I’m here now. What do you want?”
“Nothing”. He said simply. Is he serious? I don’t have time for this. I was going to stand my ground.
“I am not one for games, Niall”, I said.
“Funny. Because the thing is, I am”.
“Funny. Because the thing is, I don’t give a damn”, I started to walk past him, but as lightning quick, he blocked my path. My heart was pounding in my chest, what I had heard on the other side of the bookcase was something I wasn’t expecting. As long as I avoided the topic in my head, he should never know.

“Well, then this should change your mind. I was wondering if you wanted to go out”, he said.
I couldn’t believe this. The thought was so— laughable. “You really don’t give up, do you? The answer is an automatic no. N-O”.
“I wasn’t asking you to go out with me. Just going out, for coffee — or something”.
“Coffee? Huh”.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
So this is the game he wanted to play. He is a try-hard, way too much. What did I ever see in this guy? I might never know. But my chances of finding out what he wants are slim. But this could be a start. “Do I have a choice?”
He smiled widely. “No, you don’t”.

Niall took my hand in his. His touch — it felt so — I didn’t want to admit it, but I really missed it. His hands though, they were not warm, they were cold as ice. I instinctively wanted to pull my hand away, but he told me not to let go. He took a pair of Ray Bans out of his back pocket and slipped them on his face with ease. Not taking his eyes off of me, the room surrounded us started to glow. It was a strange mystic glow, but instead of getting brighter, it was darkening, getting darker and soon we faded into black. Less than five seconds later, we stood outside a coffee shop with a sign written in a language I didn’t know.

I had a feeling we weren’t in England anymore. And there is no doubt it’s because Niall didn’t want people to recognize me as the reportedly missing girl from England, also known as the ex-girlfriend of a mega-famous superstar in a wildly popular boyband. I didn’t recognize any of the streets or shops. We were definitely in a different country.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Bella Spezia, Italy. Beautiful Spice, it means. A small city not too far from Rome. Great music, elegant dances, and exquisite food. You’ll love it”.
I didn’t remember asking for a day trip, but I was too enchanted in the city’s beauty to argue.
“Where did you get that?” I asked, surprised as I saw that Niall suddenly appeared wearing a cap with a blue Edwardian “I” stitched into the front of it.
“I got it on our way here”. He said casually.
Confusion grew on my face. “What? How? W-when?”
Niall laughs, but it sounded so forced. “It was a quick stop”.
“So you stole it”. It wasn’t a question.
“I didn’t steal it. You have no faith in me,” he teases.
“Can you blame me?” I say indefinitely. I could tell Niall’s smile slid slightly.
“No, I suppose not. Shall we walk inside?”
“We shall”.

The coffee shop wasn’t like one I’ve seen before. It was a hundred times the charm, but also a hundred times smaller, but that’s what brought out its beauty. A crystal chandelier hung from the beige ceiling. Four black beanbag chairs sat in a circle surrounded a round glass coffee table.
The scent of vanilla and freshly made coffee and biscuits filled my nose. Suddenly, my something in my stomach started to stir, causing uneasiness, and not entirely comfortable. Nauseous, I laid a hand flat on my tummy.
“Travel sickness. You’ll get used to it”. Niall said.
“Used to it? You mean we’re doing this more than once?”
“How else do you expect us to travel?” He smiled.
“It doesn’t affect you?”
“No.”
Niall ordered us cappuccinos and sat in the oversized beanbag chairs I had longed to sit in. I drank mine in silence. Niall took a few sips of his before he looked at me. Again, and again.
“What?” I said quietly.
“It’s just— you are so beautiful. I didn’t think I’d ever get this close to you again.”
I was actually hoping I would never get this close to you again. I intentionally made sure he heard that.
“Look, I know you hate me right now. But I can show you the world, Y/N. If you’ll just let me. I love you, I want to give you the universe. I need you to let me in. Please.”
I looked at him, I took in everything about him. What he’s asking of me, I still don’t get. Yes, he wants me I understand. But what about me? What makes me so special that he had to kidnap me and majestically travel to a completely different universe with him? What was he trying to do? Win me over? Make me love him again? Oh no, if he thought that his plan was going to be successful, he’s got a lot of time on his hands, because that won’t be happening. Ever. But I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“A day trip in Italy? Oh that’s nothing compared to what Niall showed me when we traveled the world on his tour.”
He smirked. “I was thinking more of a weekend in Italy, than just a few hours in the day.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“I want to be with you. I don’t see any harm in that. Do you, Y/N?”
Truth be told, I really didn’t. It’s not like he could…hurt me, or something. Not in front of the people of Italy. There was no reason to be against it…
“Are you really going to allow yourself, the Niall Horan, to roam the city without any extra precaution? Surely a few crowds here and there in Bella Spezia know who you are.”
“I’m not too worried about them.”
“Really? I don’t believe that a pair of sunglasses and a cap is going to do you justice.”
“Why not? It’s worked for other celebrities. How will I be any different?”
“Something tells me you haven’t seen the inside of a thirteen-year-old girl’s room who can’t give you guys a rest. Trust me, they’re everywhere”
He chuckles. “I’ll take my chances. Are you ready to go?” Niall gets up from his cushion chair and holds his hand out towards me. I take it, but not without hesitance, and we walk towards the door where we throw away our cups in the rubbish bin.