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I Can't Hold Back

Chapter 2

I made meaningless small chat with Beanie Boy, whose name turned out to be Harry. He had more pointless tattoos than I had shoes. He spokesoslowly, as if he was dropped on his head too much as a child. And his voice was about that of a 40 year-old chain smoker; very deep and raspy. But his music taste was impeccable, I gave him that. Niall was mostly on his Blackberry, entering the conversation only every now and then. After looking over his shoulder, I noticed he was on Twitter. Was he tweeting about our car accident? Little shit.

We pulled up to my school and I grabbed my things to exit the vehicle. “Um, where should I pick up my car?” I was feeling so stupid. Why was I trusting this guy? I was a smart girl, but at this moment I was acting like a fucking idiot. It’s a miracle I wasn’t being kidnapped and traded into some Irish/British sex trade. A young girl hopping into a car with two strangers, one that promised to fix her car and pay for all damages, sounded like the beginning of a 48 Hours Mystery episode to me. Niall turned around in the front seat.

“I just got a text that AAA towed them to East Street Garage off Lincoln. Is that far?” He looked at me and I nodded. They probably had to tow all the way over there because Mr. Money Bags had to drive a German car with rare parts. “Well, shit. We could pick you up and take you, right Harry?” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he bit his nails and nervously looked out his window. What the fuck was he afraid of? I was the one in danger of death.

“I mean I could always take a cab.” I had to be smart about this. No more letting these strange foreign men decide how I got to places.

“Why spend the money? We’ll be in this part of town for most of the day anyway. When are you done with classes?” Fucking fuck. I did not want them to know my schedule. What the fuck else was I supposed to do, though? I made a mental note to text my mother where I was heading and a description of these idiots.

“About half past one. Should I get your number just in case?” I was pulling out my phone when all of a sudden Harry started freaking out.

“No we will be here at 1:30. Have a good day!” He practically pushed me out of the car with his right arm and I stumbled onto the sidewalk. Niall waved as the car drove past, and I saw a small crowd of girls had formed on the other side of the parking lot where Harry’s window was facing. They were whispering and giving me dirty looks. Bitches. I stuck my middle finger up in the air and walked to Bridge Hall.

I sat through Principles of Marketing and mindlessly took notes, still unable to comprehend the morning I just had. Little things about the morning kept nagging me, so I decided to Google these boys in between classes.

Getting to the library, I found I didn’t exactly know what to search; I didn’t know their last names, so I decided to type in what I did know about them.Nile Blonde Irish– yeah, that would work. I clicked “Google Search” and waited for the shitty school internet to load. The first thing that popped up was a name suggestion. “Did you mean Niall Blonde Irish?” Wow, fuck you internet. I clicked the blue letters and rolled my eyes. How was I expected to know how to spell such an odd name? Waiting another five minutes, the search page finally loaded and the first link that popped up was a Facebook page titled “Niall Horan, a blonde Irish angel…”

What thefuck?

Clicking images, it seemed like more than a million images of the boy who had rear-ended me this morning came up. Searching his full name, I came across a Wikipedia page, and discovered, to my surprise, that he was part of a boy band named One Direction, along with Beanie Boy, or Harry Styles. The name sounded familiar, and YouTubing some of their music, I realized I had actually heard some of their songs on the radio. I had to admit they were pretty catchy tunes. Somehow I found myself sitting there for the next thirty minutes, looking at countless pages about these boys. Some of these pictures of Niall were very attractive, and I began to feel a bubble of excitement at seeing them again. Oh God, what was happening to me? Rolling my eyes, I caught sight of the clock and saw it was 12:05.Shit. I had about ten minutes to run across campus to my next class. Logging off the computer, I booked it to Managerial Accounting.

After an hour and a half of nauseating debits and credits, I rushed to the spot where Harry had dropped me off that morning. Sure enough, the same black Range Rover was sitting there waiting for me. As I walked up to it, the passenger seat window rolled down, and I saw Niall waving at me. I smiled and climbed into the backseat.

“Missing your car, yet?” Niall asked as Harry sped off at three times the enforced, campus-wide ten miles an hour speed limit.God, after pretty much stalking them for an hour on the internet, he was suddenly so much more attractive to me than he had been when he was pissing me off this morning.

“You have no idea. We were learning how to journalize car payments in accounting. I was on the verge of tears.” I smiled as Harry laughed. “Anyways, I’m glad to see you guys. I was afraid you were going to sell my car on the UK Black Market or something.” This time Niall laughed and turned to look at me.

“We’re just talking about how odd this whole thing might seem. But for us, this is literally nothing,” he winked at me and pulled out his phone to text someone. I began to wonder how much trouble they got into. Were rules different for international pop stars? Fuck, how was I going to tell them I knew who they were? Or should I not say anything at all? I noticed the radio was off and decided to take advantage of the opportunity.

“Hey, Harry, could I plug in my iPod? This will be a long car ride without music.”

“Erm…yeah that’s fine.” He handed me the chord to hookup my iPod, and I searched through the entire music library until I found the playlist I had made earlier at the library. Pressing play for “What Makes You Beautiful,” I found their reactions priceless as I began to sing along.

“Uh…?” Harry stuttered, his eyes darting over to Niall, who, while at first looked shocked, began to crack up. His laugh was infectious, and soon we all started laughing.

“How the fuck did you find this out?” Niall managed to laugh out between snorts.

“Let’s just say I did some research. I was wondering why in the hell you had a manager, not to mention a $50,000 car. You could have just said something in the beginning.” My anger from this morning had evaporated between now and then, and now I just seemed to be smiling like an idiot around him.

He chortled again as Harry spoke up, “It’s not the best ice-breaker, babe. ‘Hi, I’m Niall Horan from One Direction’ usually causes more chaos than necessary.”

“Understood, but it’s not like I would have milked the accident if I knew you had money. I mean…ow, actually, my neck is feeling a little sore…” I began to rub the back of my neck.

“Oh, knock it off!” Niall laughed, playfully hitting me in the arm. “Our cars are almost finished at the garage so I figured we could wait for them there. Are you hungry?”

To be honest I was starving. I skipped my usual lunch break to look up these boys, and a Big Mac sounded like heaven. I decided to play it cool. “Yeah, I could eat.” Slick, Charlotte, slick.

“Perfect. I could eat a fucking horse. How does McDonald’s sound?” This kid was reading my mind. I said yes, and we were soon pulling into the drive-thru. Harry ordered for Niall and himself, then turned around to smirk at me. “And a Caesar salad for the lady?”

I smirked right back and said, “Not today, big guy. I’ll have a number one with a large Hi-C Orange, please.” Well, so much for playing it cool. Niall looked at Harry, who seemed slightly embarrassed, and laughed while he ordered my food. “My kind of woman!” Niall winked at me.Oh Jesus.

I offered to pay for my food, but was again shot down by Richie Rich One and Two. It was starting to piss me off – I am capable of paying for McDonald’s for fuck’s sake. Harry grabbed the food and we went to the garage, where, to my surprise, he just dropped Niall and me off. Was he abandoning us so Niall could perform some sort of weird pre-concert ritual where he killed a virgin? Too bad I was far from one of those. As I was about to carefully hop out of the car, Harry turned to look at me.

“Lemme see your phone, babe.” I reluctantly handed over my iPhone and climbed out while his thumbs danced quickly across the screen. This whole “babe” thing was getting on my nerves. Fucking Brits. He handed it back to me through the window, and said, “shoot me a text if you want to party with the stars later.” He winked and drove away. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Harry’s sort of a lady’s man,” Niall said, again reading my mind.

“Really? Couldn’t tell. He’s got some balls on him, huh?” Niall chuckled, and led me to the waiting room of the garage. While he talked to one of the attendants about our cars, I looked at my contacts. That arrogant son of a bitch put his name in my phone as “Your Favorite Celebrity ;),” so I quickly changed it to “Cocky Little Shit.” What a bastard. When I looked back up, Niall was coming towards me.

“They said it should be another twenty minutes or so, which is plenty of time to eat!” He sat down next to me and began to devour his quarter pounder with cheese. I started to eat as well, but was getting distracted by the boy sitting next to me. He had more tattoos than I had noticed before. On his left bicep was an intricate design of the Irish flag mixed with what looked like boxing gloves. Whatever it was, it was fuckinghot. I was so preoccupied that I subconsciously started to chew on my Big Mac like a cow, and he turned and laughed at me.

“Who knew accounting could make you so hungry, huh?” He smiled as he handed me a napkin.

“What can I say, my beauty isn’t only skin deep.” I replied with my mouth full and ‘special sauce’ dripping down my chin. He cracked up and nudged his shoulder with mine. I thought it was so cute that he remembered the small detail I told him from earlier. This boy was adorable.

Once we both finished lunch, we sat in awkward silence for a while. I racked my brain for a way to break the ice. “So, what’s the deal with this whole ‘party with the stars’ thing?”

He shrugged. “It’s just a typical LA kind of party, I guess. It’s pretty much just an excuse for underage celebrities to drink and do drugs. It’s the type of party the paparazzi has a field day for.”

“Aw yeah, my favorite!” I joked, and he chuckled.

“You’re cute. But in all honesty it’s a good time. I usually just get piss drunk and laugh at how drunk everyone else is. You really should come.” He looked at me and for the first time I noticed the sincerity and passion in his eyes. It took my breath away, and all I could manage was a nod in response. Before our conversation could continue, one of the attendants came out and announced that our cars were finished. Niall paid at the counter and handed me my keys.

“Thanks again for this, Niall. I owe you.” I dangled the keys in my hand and looked shyly at the ground.

“Nonsense! Trust me this is how my manager wants things to happen. Thank you for being so easygoing about it!” He patted my shoulder which sent shivers down my spine.

Before we walked out to our cars, he added his number to my phone, then called his phone so he’d have mine. “I’ll text you later about the party. Don’t go bailing on me now, Charlie.” He winked at me and got into his Bimmer without another word, driving away. My knees melted…this boy was winning me over with every passing minute. I shook it from my mind and walked over to my Malibu, and it looked brand new.Holy shit, even the seats were cleaner than I ever managed to get them.I sat in the driver seat and checked my phone. I had a new text…from Niall. Already? This was a good sign.

Do you ever feel weird after knowing someone else has been in your car ? Haha

I smiled as I read it; this boy was getting cuter by the second. I quickly sent back a reply: Yeah, I feel like my car has been violated and I just let it happen. Is that a crime?

He responded almost right away:In some countries, yes, but here in AMERICA they let it slide ;)

Wow, he didn’t forget my little patriotism comment from earlier. I decided to tease him right back.Now, now, we shouldn’t be texting and driving should we? Is that how we got into this little tizzy in the first place?My wit was on fire today.

My phone vibrated one last time.Well, ya got me there. I’ll talk to you later then Charlie xx.

Notes

Comments

Oh my gosh! The ending has left me crying! This story is filled with too much tragedy!

Just read the first chapter... USC? Sounds like the you are talking about University of South Carolina

Oh my god my heart feels broken!! You are such a great writer, I almost felt like I was experiencing the pain. I hope Niall and Charlie are together with their baby in heaven!! Great job on the story write another Niall story!! This time where they live lol!!

sniff niall died sniff nooooooooooooo! I loved it!, until niall died. I cried for hours! ur a very phenomiNIALL writer! read my story through the dark.its the one with the lyrics except they r about niall.

i just finished reading this and im a mess! you are a really talented writer :) i loved it

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