The sound of a familiar song echoes through the room. I can see her. She's dancing right in front of me, jumping up and down on her bed.

She's looking kind of cute. Her waved hair and her red cheeks are something really adorable. I couldn't stop looking at her.

"Everything you do is maaaagic," By singing those words she suddenly turns around to face me.

If I'd only know her name.

"Hello my name is Grace, Mr. Hooooran" She answered, like I said it out loud or she can actually read my thoughts. But although she's more talking to herself, joking around for some reason.

"Good night Niall... " She whispers.

"AHHHH."

...

Shit it happened again. I peered around, recognizing that I was still in our tourbus. The lads didn't notice my dream, but my whole body was covered with sweat. Just like all the past times I had been dreaming about her. But ironically it took me a while until I knew what was going on.

Days had past, every time I closed my eyes to fall asleep I either saw brown ones or an empty bed. And the fact that I couldn't move anything except of my eyes, caused me to be afraid of falling asleep.

In my dream...she was sitting or jumping on her bed. Maybe she would sing along to some of our songs, I can't remember though. Each night was like a piece of a puzzle, and I couldn't figure out what should be the result. 

What is she doing to me? I mean... I didn't know her except of my dreams and as I saw her in the crowd, but ... I had never spoken to her, even in my dreams I couldn't open my mouth to say something.

I had to stop this.

I couldn't handle it anymore.

This was way too much pressure and I had to focus on our tour.  

*** 

It took me hours and days to find her on twitter. But of course it worked, because otherwise my name wouldn't be Niall Horan. I had many connections to people who were familiar with this business. As Jorge finally found her profile, I had no doubt that he was wrong. 

"Thanks mate," I patted on his shoulder. "I owe you something," 

"Sure Niall, among friends," He said. My luck that he was irish too. 

I drove home and sat down on my couch, going on twitter. I type in her name, which I had written on a piece of paper. Only she had that beautiful brown hair and those breathtaking brown eyes. Gosh, Niall...are you falling for a fan?

I hit the follow button, waiting for her response. It wouldn't take that much time, I thought. But maybe I was expecting the behavior of a typical fan and I knew that she was different.  'Cause I'd been waiting 'til the next morning.

Somehow she wasn't that kind of girl who freaked out, because of my followback. And I have to say that I enjoyed her procedure. 

Grace's POV: 

I was on my mac book, studying and all that kind of stuff a student has to do. It was really boring and my phone was frozen, because somehow I recieved so many twitter notification, that it couldn't handle it. So I checked on my mac book to see what was going on.  It felt like hours until I finally reached the cause of all the trouble and I couldn't believe my own eyes. Niall-Staring-At-Me-Horan hit my follow button and probably made me the happiest human alive. 

This had been the best few days in my whole life.

The concert.

The best birthday present from Claire.

Niall, staring at me.

And finally he pressed MY followbutton.

Wow.

I clicked instantly on my dm's and started to write him something.

'Hey Niall. Thanks for the follow! Xx' Were the words I had to think about for a long time before I sent the message to the reciever. 

I didn't want to write too much, since I knew it would bother him.  Most of the fans act like this.

I went from my dm's to my profile. With Niall I reached 3,200 more followers than I had before I hadn't that much followers. Around 120 or something like that. But I didn't care.

I refreshed the page and it took him only a few seconds to answer me. Niall's answer popped up on the screen.

'Hey Grace. You were the girl in the crowd right?'

Oh gosh! He saw me too and he was really staring at me. Shit. How embarrassing! I blushed while typing in my response.

'Yes. Why?' I hoped that these two words with one single dot and a question mark wouldn't sound rude. 

I couldn't write more than that. Maybe he wouldn't answer me though. And first I thought I was right about my presumption, but as five minutes later the blue point appeared I smiled at myself, knowing that he had been thinking about what he should answer. 

As soon as I read the message, I could not believe what he sent me. My eyes widened, my heart was thumping against my chest, as I could feel my body trembling.

' Cause I've been dreaming about you since that night. '

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