~Falling For Niall~
Chapter 2
 

The woman directs me to a seat in the halls of the dressing rooms. 
"Someone will bandage you up in five or six minutes," the woman tells me.
"Okay," I smile, "Thanks," I sit down. 


    I can't believe this happened. All becuase some guy pushed me. I smile, my finger isn't bleeding, but it's throbbing in pain. 
"Hiya," says an Irish accent. I jump and turn around, blonde hair, blue eyes, straight pearly white teeth. It's-It's-It's Niall Horan!
"Niall H-H-H-Horan!" I shreak.
"That's me alright," he smiles, "Listen, I'm so sorry about what happened there, twenty minutes ago,"
"No, no it's okay- I'm getting a banage or whatever on it now," I smile, my hand is shaking, I'm so excited. 
"Are you sure?" he asks, looking at it.
"Y-yeah, I-I'm sure, it's sour and everything but it-it'll be okay," I smile.
"Here, take my number if it get's worse or anything..." he trails off, writing his number on a piece of paper.
"Your-your number?" I question.
"Y-yeah, it might get bad, you know..." he says. 
"Erm, okay, here's mine," I hand him a slip of paper with my name and number on it.
"Excuse me, Mr Horan, you're needed by Simon," a man says to Niall.
"Oh, okay," Niall says, "So, text you later," Niall says, walking off.

Did that just happen!?

"Sorry, I'm here to bandage you up," says a woman holding bandages.
"Oh- yeah, okay," I say, looking at Niall walking off, as the woman puts bandages on my fingers.