Dirty Little Secret - A Niall Horan Story

1 - 'Crazy lady as always.'

’I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, of who I am.... And most of all, I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.’

I mouthed while I stared at the screen. I didn’t even have a clue why I was watching Dirty Dancing, since I wasn’t really a huge fan of it. Or any romantic film at all for that matter. But every girl has her weak moment right?

‘I wanna be drunk when I wake up..’

My phone started ringing and I almost jumped up and ran over to the kitchen table where my phone was placed. Hence the word ‘almost’. I took a deep breath, turned off the TV and repeated to myself ‘Keep calm, and don’t stub your toe into the kitchen table’ while walking over to it.

‘Hello?’

I casually answered, sounding quite cool and collected if I may say so myself. But on the inside of course, it almost felt as a bomb had exploded and killed off all the butterflies.

‘Hiya love.’

A small smile crept onto my lips as I heard his deep accent; I sunk down on a kitchen chair and sighed happily. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived.

‘Oh hiya.’

‘Well hello.’

He repeated and chuckled. It was the most adoring sound I had heard for a while now, and the smile on my lips wouldn’t seem to face away.

‘Stop mocking me, can’t a girl be a little stunned you know? Haven’t heard from you in a while now.’

I replied and did my signature eye roll, something I was quite famous for actually.

‘Stop rolling your eyes missy, and sorry about that, I’ve been busy. And to be fair, you haven’t called or texted me either.’

‘I’ve been busy too, being awesome and things like that!’

I huffed and all I got was laughter in reply. At least I could appear as if I hadn’t been sitting around waiting for his call, which I hadn’t, because I’m not that kind of girl.

‘Ey dude, who are you talking to?’

I heard a male voice from the background. Oh shit, that is what I call being busted. Big time busted.

‘Eh.. Mom? She’s just wanted to talk about the laundry. Yeah. Laundry. ’

He nervously said and I groaned. Was that really the best excuse he could come up with? Almost 12 at night, he’s talking with his mother, about laundry? Way to go! Not even the dumbest idiot in the world would buy that one.

‘I gotta go mom, talk to you later. And don’t worry; I can fix the drycleaner when I get back home. Bye!’

He swiftly added and hung up. I sighed and put the phone back to the table, so much for that conversation. Deciding not to be bothered by it at all, I texted a good friend of mine, Ed.

‘Hiya dude. I know it’s late for u, not me though, because I’m an awesome night person, wanna come over? Watching dirtyyy dancing ;)’

Before I even had the time to put down the phone I got an answer. Wow, that was quick even for me, and I was the master of texting quick, my fingers were like lightning.

‘I hate u, coming right over, x’

I walked over to the couch, jumped down and cuddled down with a blanket and putting the TV on once more. Awhile later a heard the door open and I stuck my head up and looked over.