I haven't posted anything in a while, unfortunately. School has gotten the best of me. But this is a request from @palomahope11, I hope you like it! :)
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Spring break had finally arrived, so not only did you have off from school, but it meant that your older brother would too. He was annoying most of the time (actually, all of the time) but the two of you had fun together. It was a weekday, so your mother commuted with your dad and left her car keys in your somewhat capable hands. After a few small heart attacks and a painfully slow drive, you made it to the airport and you were reunited with your brother.
 
"I missed you!" You told him as you threw an arm around his waist.
 
"Of course you did, I'm awesome. I really don't even know how you're still alive with me, the center of your universe, being away for so long."
 
You pinched his waist and then walked ahead of him. "What's your bag look like?"
 
"It has my name on it." He called from somewhere behind you. "I'm getting something to drink, you want anything?"
 
"Cherry Coke." Your brother hated Cherry Coke with a passion, so you giggled at his groan while you waited for his bag.
 
Your brother's name - as funny as it sounded to any One Direction fan girl - was Nial. One L. And your last name started with an H, so when you saw a leather bag heading down the conveyer belt labeled "Niall H.", you didn't think twice before grabbing it.
 
"Excuse me?" You were in the middle of pulling the bag off of the belt when a blond boy had stepped over to you. He wore sunglasses, which was a weird thing to do indoors, and a baseball cap. It looked a little creepy. And it looked creepier when there were two security guards behind him. "That's my bag."
 
"Wait..." You looked at the label 'Niall.' You let go of the bag with a squeak. "I'm sorry. My brother's name is Niall too. But with one L. Sorry again."
 
One of the guards snorted. "Sure."
 
The blond boy gave them a look before taking the bag. "It's fine."
 
You saw the top of his blue eyes over his sunglasses. Your heart almost stopped. It was Niall Horan. Like One Direction's Niall Horan. "Oh gosh. You're the band. I mean, the boy band. The boy band member. The guy in the band. Boy band."
 
He smiled. "I'm the guy in the boy band."
 
"The Irish one. You're Irish. I think you knew that though."
 
"I do." He was still smiling. "Are you a fan?"
 
"Yes. Well, I don't own any albums or anything, but my friend is a huge fan so I know all about you guys. So I'm like a fan by association." You had an idea then. "Do you think I could get an autograph for my friend? If it's not too much trouble."
 
"Sure, if you think that you could give me your phone number."
 
"What's going on here?" Your brother boomed suddenly. Niall and you jumped and looked up at him.
 
You put your hand over your brother's face and turned it sideways, still smiling at Niall. "Yes. You can have my number."
 
Niall laughed, had you type his number into your phone and then did something better than an autograph – he left your friend a voice mail using your phone. After a few minutes of flirting and chatting, he had to go, leaving you with your brother once again. "Who was that?" Your brother asked.
 
"Niall."
 
"Ew. You were flirting with a guy who has the same name as your brother?"
 
You ignored him and went to get his bag again. That night, Niall called you, and the two of you were out everyday of spring break nonstop. And exactly one month later, you were his girlfriend.