What to say about my best friend, Niall Styles. There's a lot, he is, by far, the most friendly, caring, loving, hilarious person I've ever met. He never fails to bring a smile to my face. He's always there for me, always. I try to be there for him as well, but my anxiety and awkwardness sometimes keeps me from being the kind of rock he is for me.

The way one second he could have blonde hair and in another he'd be a brunette. Just small things that attract me to him.

I'm lucky to be able to call him my best friend. I'm lucky he calls me his best friend.

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Though he likes sport, he doesn't play because music is his passion, even when its banging out a few notes on a drum in the stands at a basketball game. He stood next to me, our mallets in our hands ready to turn at any second to play a song.

"Pony! Three times!!" Erich yells from behind his snare drum a few rows up.

We turned just in time for the tap off. We played loud and well, at lest Niall and I did. We were the only two seniors in the bassline. The rest were freshmen, freshmen that never talked and played as you would think a freshmen would with only one season.

Niall and I would make funny faces trying to make each other break from laughing so hard. Pony was also the most fun thing we had to play, so that's another reason why Niall and I likes it.
When we finished the time out had been called and the game resumes. Our ladies were up by nearly twenty. All of the students, including Niall, roared as a player on our team made another three-pointer.

I wanted to tell him how funny it was to watch him watch sports, he always got really into it. Each game typically ended with him dragging me in front of the student section wanting my help to lead them in cheers. Our band director never really like it, so we perfected to art of leading them from our drums, teaching them the dance moves we made up to each of the songs.

Niall always had the best spirit, he almost always had a smile on his face. A great laugh, he was. He brought the best in me, he brought out this, secure positive girl, who hadn't had a care in the world.
We kept a twenty point through out the game, the final score being eighty-seven to sixty-seven.

Niall lead the drum line back to our room where we kept our equipment. He was also the last to leave that room, as it was his job to make sure we all put our things back the correct. He cared deeply for our percussion section.

"Can we leave now?" I asked him, after he had had a long discussion with our band director about the night.

"Yup." His smile was shinning. After we put on our coats and our beanies we left. The snow had been falling the entire time we'd been inside playing. And hard too, it had fallen almost to my knees. I got into the passenger seat of his black neon. He turned it on before grabbing his brush to wipe the snow off the car. I made a silly face into the window as he pushed the snow away.

"Let's go get some burgers." He said sitting down and turning the heat on. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up before driving. I hadn't said anything yet, his impossible beauty distracting me. Yes, I have a crush on my best friend. I have since at least grade five. "SO, what do you say? Are ya hungry?" His blue eyes stared into mine.

"Sure, I haven't got much money though, so I may only get a shake."

"Don't worry about it if you're hungry, I can lend you some money." He offered, driving out of the school parking lot, in the direction of food. I was hungry, but I felt bad, he was always paying for my food because I never had any with me.

"You know you don't have to do that." I told him, just like every time he's offered to buy me things.
We came from a fairly wealthy families, our dads had been a members of a popular boy band.Both part of One Direction. Harry Styles and his wife had named their first born child, Niall, after their best friend, Niall Horan, who was also part of that band. I think Niall and I are such good friends because our dads had been such good friends. Really, Niall and I were friends with all the other '1D babies' as were called when we were children. Niall and I stuck together, both loving music more then life itself.

As often as I didn't like letting him pay for things for me, he insisted. He hadn't liked just taking the money his parents offered anyway so he and I get jobs together.

"You're right I do know, but come on, I feel like we haven't talked in ages." Which was a complete lie. Everyday after school we spent hanging out and doing homework. Then after that he'd either stay at my house to have dinner, or I'd be at his, or he and I would go our. Then we he'd leave or drop me off at my house, and we'd sleep. In the mornings he would pick me up in the morning to take me to school. And on the weekends I'd stay at his house or he stayed at mine. But it was all completely mutual, never a hint of anything more.

"You know that's a lie." He turned his head for a split second showing me a guilty smile.

"Lies all lies, I know." He turned back to me his smile more cheeky. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Eight minutes later we were parked and walking into the restaurant. His are was wrapped around my shoulders, again in nothing but mutuality. He ordered for me, then for himself. We got our drinks and then sat at a table, waiting for a server to bring us our food.

My phone was out, he kept his eyes on me as I had reblogged yet another one of my secret feelings about him. Tumblr was the one place where Niall wasn't. The one place I could completely let my heart out, telling all of the internet my feelings about him.

"What time do you want to go see that movie?" He eyes were on mine.. I knew I should put down my phone, but I knew if I looked into them I'd blush or stop mid sentence or fumble with my words.

"We should go around noon or later." I like me sleep and he knew that.

"All right, did you want to check movie times or do you just want to go and see what ever is playing when we get there." I finally looked up at him remembering the last time we had gone and didn't know what we were seeing. It was a terrible documentary about domestic animals. It wasn't even a good documentary, poorly made, poorly narrated. "Finally, what's been up with you lately, you never look at me anymore." I felt my face threaten to flush of color. Luckily our server came just then putting our food out in front of us.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asked a fake smile on her face.

"No, thanks though!" I replied with a equally fake smile. I put a fry in mouth and turned back to Niall whose eyes followed the girl about our age as she walked away.

"You all right?" He asked as took a large drink from my cup.

"Just peachy." Is what I said, but I'd actually felt quite terrible. I loved him with all that I had and I knew he'd never return the attention I so badly wanted from him.

I tried to act as normal as possible for the rest of his meal. I'd only eaten like half of my burger, mostly because I feeling kind of bad about my secret feelings.

When we stood up and I started putting my coat on, Niall came and helped. On our way out he grabbed my hand and held it as we battled the cold outside air. I was glad I hadn't eaten much because I'm positive I would have gotten sick then and there, with his hand around mine.

We sat in his car waiting for the heat to kick in.

"Niall." I trusted him with everything I had.

"What is it?" His brow was furrowed. Concern washing through his face as it turned to look at me.

"I," He grabbed my hand. Butterflies flew my enirte body. "So, here's the thing. Lately I've started feeling things. Like when you look at me or hold my hand or when I hear your laugh. I think I may have a crush on you, no screw it. I do have a crush on you. A massive one and the only reason I'm telling you this is because I trust you and we're friends, and as much as I hope you feel the same way I know you probably don't. And If it it helps I'd rather just be friends then lose you so-"

"You like me?" He interrupted me. I ducked my head down low.

"A bit, yeah..." I brought my eyes to his feeling more confident. He didn't speak for a while. I stared as he tried to process what I'd just said.

Without hesitation he leaned over to me putting his hands on either side of my face bringing our faces together. His lips met mine and they danced. My hands flew around his neck. He smiled into the kiss as my fingers played with his hair.
I wasn't sure if it was the kiss or the heat had finally started working, but the windows were steamed up. I giggled pulling away from the kiss.

"Our parents will be really happy, you know right?" Was all he said as he held my hand and drove me home.

He'd pulled into my driveway. We sat for a moment, I thanked him for the ride and then moved to get out. He'd pulled me back and into him, kissing me again. This time I smiled into the kiss.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long for that." I got out.

"It's all right. I'm sorry I'm too much of a chicken to realize you'd felt the same way." Another moment of silence before i shut the door, walking up to the house and entering.

Notes

Yeah for Niall!!!!!
All right so at first it was just supposed to be a normal Niall fic with Niall Horan, but it's not. Sorry. Hopefully I be able to write a better Niall fic soon:):):)