An Unexpected Meeting
Simply Fate
After what I can only describe as singlehandedly the best 24 hours of my short time on this earth, I arrive back at my hotel. Upon entering room my I ditch all my baggage, shed my dress and dive into the shower allowing me to relive the previous day. I'd met Niall Horan, been backstage at a show, meet the boys and had a sleepover with the blonde beauty. This is too much to handle. It's not until this point I realise I have no point of contact, I never took Niall's number and certainly could not remember my way back to his pad should I be so daring. This is it, my happiness is short lived clearly. This realisation cripples me, I soon find myself sprawled across my hotel bed with tears streaming down my face. I'd always found it difficult with guys, I'd believe I liked them and just as they began to return my feelings I'd freak and call it quits. This had already gone far beyond that, I was irrevocably into Niall, it was too late. I wallow in my sad state and fall unconscious soon after.
At 11:00pm my phone rings from an unknown number. "Hello, is this Caroline?" The unknown yet somewhat familiar caller asks.
"It is she" I answer with a hoarse voice from all of my previous tear shed.
"Oh good, hey Carr it's Niall. Are you ok, your voice sounds a little shakey?" is the reply. It can't be, can it?
"Niall!" I almost scream "How did you get my number?"
*He chuckles* "funny story really, when I awoke to the smell of bacon this morning, you had left your phone on your side of the bed. I took it upon myself to exchange numbers, should you need me, I'm under 'Nialler'". I can literally hear the cheekiness in his tone.
"Ahh, you are cheeky! Good idea though, I'm glad" I reply, again revealing my shy side.
"I know, I know. Anyway I just got off stage with the guys and we all wondered if you'd like to come party with us at Harry's? The guys really want to get to know you" He replies, his excitement clear from his tone.
"I'd love to, it's just I'm really not dressed or presentable at this current moment in time, how long would I have to make myself decent?" I answer, already desperately trying to drag a hairbrush through my hair and search for my foundation.
"Carr, now that's a delightful thought" he replies cheekily, going on to say "You could look presentable in a plastic sack, but ill swing by and pick you up in say half an hour?" He asks questioningly, awaiting my answer.
"Yeah ok, sounds good!" My blunt side re-appears, again. "Ok love, I will see you then. Can't wait" and with that he hangs up.
The fastest 'make myself look presentable' regime begins. I dress myself in a pair of my skinniest jeans with a floral peplum top and call it quits. I pin back the top half of my naturally wavy hair and go for a subtle make up look. At which point the hotel concierge rings up to my room to tell me I have a visitor in the lobby. Shit, he's early. I grab my bag whilst fiddling with a pair of ankle strap pumps and dive for the lift. The butterflies in my belly begin to flutter as I near the ground floor.
As the lift door opens I see Niall learning up against the wall with arms crossed just staring in this direction. As he sees me his eyes reflect his smile as he makes his way towards me. I ready myself for a hi and a hug but Niall instead relives our first kiss with his hands tightly around my waist. I am left reeling! When he finally pulls away he flashes his divine cheeky smile and offers me his hand as we head for the door and his chauffeur waiting outside in ANOTHER Range Rover, man I love these cars.
As he opens my door for me his phone begins to ring. I jump in and fiddle with my seatbelt as he walks around the vehicle on the phone. I try my hardest to hear his side of the conversation...
"Yeah, I just picked up my Carr. Will see you guys in twenty" he finishes the conversation before jumping in. He just called me "his Carr". My head is spinning.
Once buckling up and telling the driver where to go, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. Our eyes stay connected, like our hands for a majority of the journey. A sense of belonging swells in the pit of my stomach, this is where I'm meant to be, here with Niall. It was simply fate.
At 11:00pm my phone rings from an unknown number. "Hello, is this Caroline?" The unknown yet somewhat familiar caller asks.
"It is she" I answer with a hoarse voice from all of my previous tear shed.
"Oh good, hey Carr it's Niall. Are you ok, your voice sounds a little shakey?" is the reply. It can't be, can it?
"Niall!" I almost scream "How did you get my number?"
*He chuckles* "funny story really, when I awoke to the smell of bacon this morning, you had left your phone on your side of the bed. I took it upon myself to exchange numbers, should you need me, I'm under 'Nialler'". I can literally hear the cheekiness in his tone.
"Ahh, you are cheeky! Good idea though, I'm glad" I reply, again revealing my shy side.
"I know, I know. Anyway I just got off stage with the guys and we all wondered if you'd like to come party with us at Harry's? The guys really want to get to know you" He replies, his excitement clear from his tone.
"I'd love to, it's just I'm really not dressed or presentable at this current moment in time, how long would I have to make myself decent?" I answer, already desperately trying to drag a hairbrush through my hair and search for my foundation.
"Carr, now that's a delightful thought" he replies cheekily, going on to say "You could look presentable in a plastic sack, but ill swing by and pick you up in say half an hour?" He asks questioningly, awaiting my answer.
"Yeah ok, sounds good!" My blunt side re-appears, again. "Ok love, I will see you then. Can't wait" and with that he hangs up.
The fastest 'make myself look presentable' regime begins. I dress myself in a pair of my skinniest jeans with a floral peplum top and call it quits. I pin back the top half of my naturally wavy hair and go for a subtle make up look. At which point the hotel concierge rings up to my room to tell me I have a visitor in the lobby. Shit, he's early. I grab my bag whilst fiddling with a pair of ankle strap pumps and dive for the lift. The butterflies in my belly begin to flutter as I near the ground floor.
As the lift door opens I see Niall learning up against the wall with arms crossed just staring in this direction. As he sees me his eyes reflect his smile as he makes his way towards me. I ready myself for a hi and a hug but Niall instead relives our first kiss with his hands tightly around my waist. I am left reeling! When he finally pulls away he flashes his divine cheeky smile and offers me his hand as we head for the door and his chauffeur waiting outside in ANOTHER Range Rover, man I love these cars.
As he opens my door for me his phone begins to ring. I jump in and fiddle with my seatbelt as he walks around the vehicle on the phone. I try my hardest to hear his side of the conversation...
"Yeah, I just picked up my Carr. Will see you guys in twenty" he finishes the conversation before jumping in. He just called me "his Carr". My head is spinning.
Once buckling up and telling the driver where to go, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. Our eyes stay connected, like our hands for a majority of the journey. A sense of belonging swells in the pit of my stomach, this is where I'm meant to be, here with Niall. It was simply fate.
Notes
Not so sure on this chapter.C xx
11/13/13