He jumbed up from the couch, running into the kitchen towards the oven. Suddenly he disappeared between clouds of gray smoke which were all around the kitchen.

Oopsi?

I mean it was my fault. I shouldn't have been staring at him, so now my shin wouldn't hurt. Everything was my fault. The trouble Niall had. What if Damian gets angry about Niall's temper? Or even more worse... What if he would tell the press?! 

Oh no. Please don't.

"Shit," Niall cursed under his breath.

I stumbled on my two feet towards him. The pain wasn't that bad though. "Can.. uhm, can I help you?!" I quietly asked. He didn't answer me, too busy to talk. 

"Niall?" I asked again.

"What?!" He said waving the smoke out of his view with a tiny towel.

Oh... Now he is mad at me.

I stumbled to the window and opened it. He managed to stop the fire and soon the smoke was out of the window that I had just opened. We both stared at a little black and burnt pancake.

Well I guess no pancakes for me today.

"Sorry," I whispered.

He stood right next to me, eyes meeting mine.

"Why?!" he finally managed to respond.

"Because now the pancake is burnt and we can't -" I started to explain and apologize at the same time, but he interrupted me. 

"No! I meant, why! Why are you apologizing?!"

"Because you are in trouble since I'm around...I'm like a ... a bad influence...or something like that," I quietly stated.

"No," was all he answered to my statement. 

Mr. Horan, I don't know if you have tomatoes on your eyes or if this smoke included some marijuana, but damn... you freaking are in trouble because of me!

"You are. Damian, the pancakes," I slightly chuckled, feeling my cheeks redden with every word. "...and you have to watch over me for the night."

He sat down on the large couch, so I did the same.

"Wait?! First, it was my idea to get ya to mine for the night, plus, why would I keep just watching without doing anything while a guy wants to beat the shit out of you and your best friend?"

I  totally forgot about Claire. Gosh, my mind was a mess.

I really need to talk to her soon... Maybe I'll visit her at the hospital later...

I thought and searched for a good answer... Gosh, my mind was a mess. 

'Yes, you are so damn right Niall!' - ?

No.

'Thank ya again you are my hero..' - ?

No. Too cheesy.

"Thank you Niall. I owe you something," I finally said grinning.

"No. No! ...You ...don't need to," He said and I could definitely see a flush of redness creep onto his already rosy cheeks.

This was actually pretty cute. I smiled at him, loving his reaction, but also fascinated by his beauty.

"So what are we going to eat?" He asked me.

I shrugged.

"Aren't you guys on tour, Niall?" I asked, wondering why he is at home and not in the lad's tourbus.

"Yeah... But the show is tonight," he played it cool, but suddenly his eyes grew wide in panic. "-OH SHIT! I FORGOT!" He said, jumping up quickly and running out of the room down the hall.

I hated awkwardly sitting around, not knowing what I was supposed to do. So there was a situation like this...

"GET UP! GRACE WE HAVE TO LEAVE! OR WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" He yelled from another room.

"Okay." I yelled back, rushing in the hall as well to get ready, following this blonde irish guy...

***

Soon we were sitting in his car while he was driving us somewhere I didn't know.

"Where are we going?" I informed myself.

"Oxford! We'll meet the lads there... so be prepared." What does he mean?

Oh I get it.

He was still thinking i'm a crazy fangirl. But I wasn't. Definately NOT! I loved their music, and yes, they are handsome, but I wouldn't freak out in front of them or treat them like the world just because they're famous. No.

"That's not me..." Oops. Dammit Grace! Shut your stupid mouth.

"What aren't you?" He asked with a frown.

Everytime he does this specificly known gesture by him, I remember the concert and all the stuff that took place that evening...

"Nothing," I quickly said.

"You can tell me, Grace...Ya know?"

Fine.

He was almost looking sexy while he was driving...How couldn't I answer him!?

"I'm not just a uhm...a st-stupid...fangirl."

His eyes were locked with the road, he never took them off the long street. He seemed to be confused but I swear I could see a trace of worry as well.

"I, uhm, I know," he almost whispered.

Why was he actually thinking- Wait. What?!

Did he just...

Oh.

"How do you know?"

"I...I don't know...I'm feeling this...uhm, this... I mean, as I saw you there...I was search-"

"What?" What iss he talking about!? I mean never heard anything about sentences?! Hello, Mr. Horan, I can't understand this language...

Please do me a favor and speak in a whole line so I would probably understand...

I know this sounded really sassy, but I wanted to know what he wwanted to tell me...

"Nevermind."

"Tell me Niall...You know you can always talk to me." Now I was being like him. And we only knew each other for a couple of weeks. But who cares?!

There was this special connection that we had. I know it was way too early to come up with those assumptions, but I just felt like he could be someone I could actually trust. As if he was there for a longer time that I had known him to be in my presence.

He blushed in a deep red shade and seemed to slightly start sweating on his forehead, biting on the insides of his cheeks.

Is he nervous...?

"I, uhm, I told the se-" He swollowed hard, before he finally continued."- I told the security to search for you...because...I didn't know where I saw you before...but I was sure that I had seen you somewhere else before."

"You did what?" Now it was my time to whisper.

I kind of freezed in my spot, trying to repeat his words inside my head.

Niall James Horan, who is known for his band's name all over the world, who could have any girl he wanted,  had told his sequirity to search after me? Me?

I, a normal girl who isn't that much into hobbies, but loves a boyband with a guy whose boyband is known all over the world. And his name is Niall James Horan and we are talking about the SAME guy!

Somehow I managed to ask another question... "A- And now you know?"

"Yes... Now I know," he answered, still looking straight on the road.

"But Niall? We've never met eachother before," I explained.

He turned his head to face me. His eyes were sparkling blue. Wow. Thy could always catch my eye. Beautiful...but kind of mysterious. But I had to keep a clear mind, thinking about what he is talking about, because I clearly didn't understand.

"We have."

My eyes widened in disbelieve. Wether I was totally stupid and forgot that we have seen each other at some point in our lives, or he was metally ill. Both options seemed pretty dumb though.

I was sure... We haven't...and I wanted to tell him, again, that he was probably wrong, but then he stole my breath away, leaving me speechless.

"Grace...I think...-" He took a deep breath. "I think I've been watching you all night..."

And then he took his eyes off the road, staring directly into mine.