Niall's POV

I don’t believe in love at first sight. But there was something about her…I don’t usually go for her type, if she even is a certain type. But there was something about her…It pulled me toward her, and I wasn’t sure if I could resist. This wasn’t the type of thing that happened when I first laid eyes on her. It began once we started to talk to each other, once we became friends. And it was so easy with her; I felt entirely comfortable in my own skin around her. I didn’t have to hold up this image of myself that I really wasn’t; I could simply be who I was. And that was something that I really appreciated.

I can remember the first time I saw her, though, and I admit, I didn’t really give her a second glance. She was an average looking girl, pretty, but in a low key, natural way. I liked how she barely wore any makeup; it suited her.

But I’d figured since the lads and I would be spending time with her during the game, I might as well be friendly. So when Harry left, I took his chair and started a conversation. And that was when I realized that she was beautiful. Her personality shone through her, around her, and she radiated life. I struggled to not lose myself in her unique eyes; the way the blue-green color faded softly into gold, creating a sparkling affect whenever they caught the light.

As I talked to her more, I realized that I wanted to know more about her, who she was, what she wanted. And I didn’t know why. I couldn’t decipher my feelings for this girl I had just met, but I had a strange sense that I didn’t want to let her go.

I couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing this interesting girl again, so I slipped my number in her bag while I drew her in for a hug in the cold night chill. All I could do was hope she found it and contacted me. She didn’t seem particularly interested in me, like most girls are. She had told us she was a huge fan, but she didn’t act like one at all. She was always completely calm around us and acted like we were real people, not international pop stars.

And when I got the text from her, I was surprised at how excited I was; I mean, this was just a normal girl I met at a football match. But I wanted to know her better. So I met up with her at a coffee house near the hotel she was staying at and I saw her hunched over in the small booth, concentrating on a sketch with her tongue poking out of her mouth slightly in the most adorable way.

This girl amazed me every time I saw her; she was a football player and an artist now. I sensed there was something about her that she kept hidden for no one to see, so I took my time. I couldn’t lose this girl so I wasn’t about to push her away.

I was shocked when she agreed to come to my flat; we’d just met the day before and she seemed the type to take things real slow. But maybe she just wanted to be friends. I hoped for my sake that she wanted more.

No, this wasn’t love at first sight. But I wanted her so desperately and I wondered it perhaps it could turn into love someday.