#imagine
You’re nervously waiting for the concert to
begin. Ed Sheeran, finally he walked on stage. You enjoy his songs and sing
along all the lyrics. Lego House, The A-Team, Kiss me, all of them. You look
around a little and spot the back of a guy, blonde hair, and the familiar
clothing, it has to be.. he turns around and see you’ve recognized him, he
walks away. You follow him until he suddenly stops at a quiet place, you almost
bump into him. ‘You are the REAL Niall Horan, aren’t you?’ you glance at him. ‘Yes,
but keep it quiet, don’t want be recognized, I’m just watching a friend who’s
performing.’ His accent is like the sun on a rainy day, it sounds like heaven
in your ears. ‘I won’t ‘ you mumble. He takes your hand and you go back to your
places after this weird start. You stay close at each other, now you’re not
alone over here anymore, and that feels great. You look at his dance moves. You
can only wish that you could dance like that. ‘Come on, dance!’ he says into
your ear. ‘I can’t dance.’ you laugh. He takes your hands again and gets you
into a short dance. ‘Yes you can.’ He chuckles. You blush and your face gets
all red. ‘if you say so..’ you bite your lip. ‘Well, I say so, you’re a dancing
flawless girl.’ His smile appears, you get weak on your knees. ‘I’m nothing
next to you..’ you’re still blushing. ‘you certainly are, what’s your name?’ he
asks cutely. ‘I’m [YN].’ You smile. ‘Gorgeous name, [YN]..’ he mumbles.
The concert gets to its end and you’ve to
say goodbye to Niall. He puts a little note in your hand after he gave you one
of his famous Horan-hugs. ‘Goodbye [YN], hope I’ll see you again!’ he says as
you walk away. You look behind and smile before opening the little note. You discover
his phone number, in a perfect handwriting. ‘Hey, I just met you, and this is
crazy. Here’s my number, so call me maybe? ;] – xx Niall. ‘
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