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» We have been engaged for about a year now, but that doesn't mean that we love each other. «

Niall and I are engaged.

Right.

His Father is the head of one of the biggest companies in London and my mother is the director of a major fashion label.

They wanted to make a common thing and we , Niall and I, should carry on.

We should marry, adopt kids and become rich and famous.

To bad that Niall hates me and that I hate him.

Well, I dislike him.

Okay, that's not the truth.

He was my first real crush from the beginning of High school.

And he still is, to be quite honest.

But the only places where I can show my feelings are always in public.

With cameras and radio teams in front of me.

We're holding hands, kissing und cuddling like a real couple.

But at home, there's always a distance between us.

He avoids me most of the time. Sitting in his office, flicking trough folders, files and other important stuff.

What did you expect?

Us cuddling on the couch while watching some cute Disney Movies?

Good one.

I'm always alone in my room.

Yes, we have separate rooms, too.

Why would he share a room, or better, a bed with someone he hates?

I'm just "a pain in the ass" for him.

And he tells me every day.

But we keep going our "relationship" for the sake of our goddamn parents.

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Hey loves :)

This is my first real Narry fanfic.

And my firts one I write in english, so please don't judge me. haha

My best friend is in the US right now and helps me a little bit. Hah. :)

What do you think about the idea?
Is it a good one?
Or is it a bunch of shit?

Please tell me what you think okay? :)

It would mean a lot ❤

I try to update as often as I can, but I think they'll come kinda slow.

I have my final exams in a few months and I have to study hard so....yeah

But I'd love to know your opinion :)

So comment, vote, maybe share? :)

Dedication to @fadedlines bc she's one of my fav authors :)

Lots of love
Sina x ❤

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