Part Two
The train pulled into the station and pulled to a standstill abruptly. I picked up my suitcase from where it had been lying under my feet, and stood up to leave. Niall grabbed my arm, "lily? What's your number?" I laughed, "I don't have a phone." I said, pulling my arm free from Niall's. I stepped out of the train to be greeted by hundreds of screaming girls. Niall was stood in the carriage, looking quite shocked. He must not get rejected often. But he forced on a smile and stepped outside, waving at the girls. Wait, were they here for him?
Who was this guy?
I pushed my way through the crowd and fumbled for the money in my pocket. Shit. Where was it? "No, no, no, no." I mumbled to myself. "Lost something?" a voice said from behind me, I heard the familiar sound of an Irish accent. "Oh nothing. I just can't find my money." I sighed. "Where are you heading?" he asked. "Heathrow." "Same, don't worry, I'll pay for your ticket." he looked at me with a glint in his eye, before causally flirting with the check in lady.
"Here." he said, passing me my ticket. I ran my finger over the smooth, shiny surface and stopped when I saw the words. First class. Niall was already walking away. "Niall! This says first class!" he slowed his pace and turned to face me. "Of course." He grinned, walking off again.
Who could he be? I hadn't seen him in any movies. A singer? Mind you, I was a bit slow on new English artists after being stuck in that tiny flat in New York.
We boarded the plane quickly and took our seats. I watched as the other passengers looked at me in disgust. "I'm sorry Niall. I just don't fit in here. I'll see if I can get a seat in econ-" "Lily, you're with Niall Horan. Of course you fit in here."
I put my book down and turned to look at Niall. He was fast asleep; his blonde hair sprawled across the chair. I took the opportunity to slip his phone out of his pocket. Now, how do these things work? I pressed the button that said safari and the Internet popped up. I pressed search and wrote Niall Horan.
Oh wow. Boyband. X factor. Simon Cowell. Now that's who I needed if I wanted success. I slipped the phone back in Niall's pocket just as he began to wake up.
"so. Boyband, eh? Very immpressive."