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"Can I have a go on your guitar?" I asked nervously after about 10 minutes of silence. My eyes had been looking at it non-stop the entire time I was sat on the sofa and I couldn't resist asking even if he was going to say no.

"Which one?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Do you have more?" I said. There was only one guitar in the living room and I figured one guitar was enough but obviously he needed more than one.

"Yeah I got loads," he stood up and began walking towards the door. When he realized I wasn't following him he looked confused and said, "You expect me to bring them all down?"

"Oh... um... yes?" I said quietly and he laughed. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I looked down at my hands while I waited for his laughs to stop.

"C'mon, they're all upstairs," he beckoned for me to get off the sofa so I did. Niall led the way up the large stair case onto an big landing. A large abstract painting hung on one of the walls and my eyes were drawn to it. I admired all the colors and the way the artist had painted it. I couldn't see a signature on it but that didn't stop me from taking inspiration from it for my art work.

"Lily?" I heard Niall's voice come from a room but I didn't know which one. I spun around and saw his head stuck around a door frame with a smile on it.

"Sorry, I was just looking at the painting over there," I told Niall when I reached the door.

"That's ok," his eyes darted a look at it before continuing, "This is my music room so it's got all my guitars and my piano and pictures of the band and awards and all that stuff."

I nodded and he moved out of the way so I could walk in. My eyes widened at how many guitars he had lined along the longest wall. Each had their own stand and I knew not all of them were there because there were a few empty stands. There were acoustic guitars and electric guitars but they all looked different. Some where shaped differently to others and they were all different colors. They didn't have cases on so they were all fully out on display. There was a stool in the corner next to an electric guitar which is where I guessed Niall would sit when he played.

They end wall had a large window and a piano in the center. It was an average sized, black, stand up piano with a matching bench. There was a piece of paper on the place where books normally go with scribbles of pencil all over it. I could just about make out half written letters and words but they had all just been written over and then scribbled over. To the right of the piano, shoved into the corner, was a microphone stand. There was a microphone in it with the Irish flag on. I recognized the microphone from many pictures Liv had showed me, it was Niall's microphone he always used on stage.

I turned around after looking at the walls in front of me and my eyes were suddenly drawn to the wall behind Niall. I stepped forward to get a better look. All across the wall were pictures of One Direction. Most of them I'd seen before, Liv had made me a slide show the week before we had gone to New York with practically every photo of the band ever on. There were some, however, that I was sure weren't even on the internet like selfies of the 5 of them all snuggled up in what looked like a single bed with Niall squashed right up against a wall with a hilarious look on his face that I couldn't help but giggle at. There was a black console table in the center of the wall with different awards on. I knew it couldn't have been all of them because it would've been unfair for Niall to have them all but there was still quite a lot. Brit awards, BMA's, AMA's and loads others were all crowded together on the table.

"Did you want a go on a guitar or not then?" Niall said jokingly, making me look away from the wall of photos. He had moved over to the guitars and was stood awkwardly.

"Right, yeah," I walked towards Niall and waited for him to hand me a guitar but he just stood there with a look on his face which said pick one then.

"What, any of them?" I said, surprised he was letting me have pick from all of the guitars including the really expensive looking ones. Niall nodded and I looked at all the guitars infront of me. In the end, I picked a white acoustic guitar that was near the end of the line. I didn't know how to hold it properly because I'd never held a guitar before so when I dropped it Niall laughed which made me blush yet I still apologized despite his laughs.

"Let me hold the guitar while you get the stool in that corner," Niall said when I picked the guitar up off the floor. I nodded and passed him the guitar before fetching the stool and bringing into the middle of the room. Niall pulled the piano bench over and sat opposite me.

"Here," Niall said and gave the guitar back to me, "I'll be right back."

I was going to ask where he was going but he had already gotten up and walked out the room. He was gone for less than a minute and when he returned he was holding a beautiful guitar. It was tanned wood and shiny and the strings looked perfect and everything about it was just flawless.

"This is my absolute favorite guitar. No one gets to play it, not even you," he said when he sat back down.

"So you lied, I couldn't pick any guitar," I said in a pretend angry voice. Niall opened his mouth to defend himself but I was already making loud music from the guitar. It sounded horrible because I had no idea what I was doing but it was fun and I started laughing at Niall. He was covering his ears and pretending to scream. I could see his smile trying to break through and I couldn't help but laugh even harder when he finally broke and loud bellows of laughter escaped him, filling the room and maybe even the entire house with warm sounds of happiness.

"Niall we have pizza!" a voice shouted from downstairs.

"Who's we?" Niall yelled back but I knew by the look on his face that he knew the answer.

"Your best friends! We love you so much that we spent a whole £49.52 on domino's just for you cause you haven't been at work all day and we've missed you so very much!"

I laughed at Louis' sarcastic comment and so did Niall.

"Ok I'll be down in a sec," Niall shouted and looked back at me, "Do you wanna stay for some pizza?"

"No I should probably get home. Plus, I don't know the other boys that well so it would be awkward," I sighed and stood up. Niall made a pouty face that made me smile.

"Please stay. If it gets awkward then I'll kick the boys out, it is my house after all."

I sighed but agreed and helped Niall put away the guitars before following him downstairs to the kitchen where there were 6 pizza boxes, 2 boxes of mozerella sticks and 2 boxes of cookies all spread across a quartz island counter top.