Heya. 4th Installment here we go!

"Oh crap oh crap." If I had the mouthwash still, it would have ended up on the mirror. I ran to the living room, trying to be stealthy while crossing the walkway in view of the door, Ana in tow. She lept over the couch to grab my golf club on the far side and I grabbed hers after tripping over the rumpled rug.

Once I picked myself up, cursing the wrteched thing- I always hated that color -and straightening my shirt."Ready?"
She ran to the dining room simultaneously whipping out her phone, while I looked in the mirror again. huh, acceptable.
"Yeah." She answered in a whisper, now crouched in the dining room next to the door, but out of site from it.

I took a deep breath and casually walked to the door, mentally calculating the amount of time it took for us to get into place so he doesn't think I'm not home and try to break in or something.

Just don't freak out, don't freak out, remember how to talk to humans. Start with hello. If he is a killer and you are polite with him, he might just not do anything drastic. Yes. Good. Hello is good. Wait, crap. am I wearing a bra? Wait, no yes. I am. Why wouldn't I be? Stupid question.

I could make out a figure dressed in a white shirt with some blue pattern and black jeans and blonde hair through the door glass. I looked at Ana before opening the door and almost losing my shit.

Niall Horan. THE Niall Horan. was at my door. Skinny jeans and all. Just standing there. At my door. Just emanating attractiveness no more than 2 feet away from me. at my doors. Well the back of him anyway.
His back showed him to be looking at my 'horror-movie driveway' as Ana constantly called it, where a bus was parked at the top of the long snaked hill. Not just any bus. A tour bus. WHich meant he stopped his tour for a day. to bring me my stuff. Niall fucking Horan.

My silence payed off when he turned, after my dog barked for no reason, and flashed me a smile.
"Hiya." Sweetly he waved a bit, his height diminished by my door being a step higher than the concrete walkway. His face was a little red, probably from the walk down my driveway- "Friggin' marathon, Cydni. Srsly" -and his blue striped button-up ruffled somewhat. His face showed signs of not enough sleep and too fast of travel.

The gorgeous bastard.

Meanwhile, who looked like a drunk hobo? Ah, yes. Me. Right.

"erm..this is the keggen residence?" He pointed to his feet, leaning back slightly and I realized I had been staring.
"Uh. oh. right. yeah. I mean no. I-its Greggen. Yeah…" Eloquent as ever, I am.
As I shifted my feet, I heard Ana hit the pot behind a curtain. Probably trying to get a better look.

"Oh great then. I'm Niall." He stuck out my hand and I shook it. It was warm. Or mine were cold and clammy. I prayed it was the first.
"Horan. Of-" He let go of my hand and pointed in the direction of the bus "-One direction." Another smile was flashed. I was an unreasonably amount of aware about the breeze ruffling his shirt now.

"Oh. hah. Yeah. I know." I tried to act casual. No freak outs. Breathing? check.
"Cydni Greggen." Ok, now smile. Good.

I pretended not to hear the shuffling of feet against hardwood as Ana was obviously trying hard not to make noise. Did she know who it was? Probably.

"Oh good! That'd be right weird if I'd havfta ask for Cydni right now. Seein as its breakfast." He looked a little behind me. I mentally went through what he saw. Please god let there be no underwear on the floor.
Looking down and chewing my lip, I waited till he said something, not wanting to give myself too much opportunity to look any more insane.

THankfully, I think he got the hint.
"Well, here you are." He pulled out from his back pocket my phone and wallet and held them out to me. I cradeld them in two of my hands, having to let go of the door I was gripping tightly, like they were gifts from jesus.
One thin layer of woven cloth had been between these items and Niall Horan's butt.

He seemed to guess what I was thinking. "Hope you don't mind, its the only pockets on these pants."
"Oh no its quite ok."
He smiled slowly.
"I-I mean its fine that you don't have the pockets and stuff so yeah no thanks alot I was lost without these things an dyou guys had a really awesome concert and when I realize I left them I was freaking out-"

"Ah, so we were that great we made poor cydni loose her head?" Checky bastard made me blush at his flirty ways.
Oh, wait. Flirty? No. Not flirty. No possible way 'flirty.'
"Uhh…well..yeah…it was….awesome…" I mumbled out through a smile.
He laughed openly. "I certainly hope. Be a shame to not show an awesome girl an awesome show."
Wait. No. What is this. Is this flirt? What is flirt? How does one flirt? Certianly not by hitched breathing. Stop it. No, not breathing. Just chill. You are a cucumber. Or at least resemble the temperature of one.

"uh-"
"Cydni! Heyyy we're out of jam." Ana patted my back, forcing out a breath. I could practically feel the smile from her face.
"Oh heyy! Arn't you Niall Horan?"

"Heh, so they tell me."
"HOly crap hey!, I'm Anastasia." Sho shook his hand and I could feel jealous as if I didn't do that like 2 seconds before. Then, made a mental note to ask if she felt the warmth too.
"Cydni's friend, yeah?" I made the mistake at looking up, right into the eyes, which delivered a punch right to my ovaries. He mistook my face as confusion. "You erm, left your facebook open on yer little device there. Sorry. honestly couldn't help myself."

OH god my facebook was up? NO. i looked down again.
There was a beat of silence before Ana coughed and spoke up.
"WELL. Its pretty windy. Do you want to come in?"

"Oh no sorry, love to really, but me and the mates gotta get back on tour."
"ah. I see. Cydni told me all about your amazing concert last night."
Now I had two people to kill tonight.

"yeah?" The honest and humble inquisitory tone made me look up again. again, eyes. This time, flick of hair and a….blush? Oh god I'm gonna die. Right here. My tombstone is gonna say 'Death by feels'. How do I even have ovaries left?
I felt my face get really hot and yet another beat of silence sounded. A distant ding was heard in the kitchen.
"oh look! A ding! Which means something to be done. In the kitchen. Gonna go do that. Nice to meet you!" Ana excused herself the kitchen th eonly way she nknew how.

"Well, thanks again. Really." I forced the sentence out of me.
He outstretched his hand again, and I put mine in it. He brought it to his mouth and, hand to god, winked.
"Absolutley no problem." He turned to walk away, then turned back. "Have a lovely midday."

Ok. so. chest hurting. heart attack. possible. Oh wait, I'm not breathuing. Yes ok. good. oxygen. blood flow out of face aaaaand into brain. Ok. I'm shaking. Not that cold though. someones screaming. Wait no. thats me.

"CYDNI. CYDNI. WHAT THE HELL STOP YOUR KILLING ME." I was on the floor, back to the door legs out streached and arms hanging limply, one more than the other, offset by the phone and wallet.
I thrust my hand in her face.
"DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THIS HAND? DO YOU?" My voice level had not receded.

"uhhh…yeah..?"
"HIS MOUTH-"I pointed to my hand. -"WAS ON THAT HAND. THIS ONE. RIGHT HERE. MINE."
She looked at me with wide eyes. "WHAT. NO WAY."
"YEAH WAY."
"HOLY SHIT."
"IKNOW"

SHe stopped ups from jumping around and held out her hand.
"Wait, gimme your phone."
I was too…too…i dont even know what but too whatever to care about why.

She went over to the couch while I stared at my hand. I remember feeling his breath on it, then everything shorted out. I rmembered the preassure and warmth, which made me think h was just naturally warm. I became even more giddy at the thought of hugging him and just feeling so warm.
"HOLY SHIT."
Ana ran over to me and held the phone in front of my face.

No. I'm dead. I am really, properly, truly, that screen. Was Niall Horan in my contacts. New picture of him and everything.
Nope. NO way, not happening. Just no.
I held the phone delicatley and slowly sat on the couch. Ana leaning over my shoulder to look at my face which was no doubt in an expression I wil hear about later.
I stared at the number and picture just memorizing in case it dissapeared.

Finally, Ana stood, satisfied with my display.
"I just have one thing to tell you."
She turned towards the kitchen and I could hear her satisfaction in yelling, "Told you so."

The End

Thats it. I'm done. No more.
wellllll, I'm thinking of writing a sequel. Probably goanna pair me with Liam. No shame man.