Love At 12th Sight *Niall Horan Fanfiction*

Chapter 1

I just want to say a few things. I love to write. Always have and always will. This is my first fan fiction on here. I hope you guys like it. Once you guys read it then tells your friends. I want my stories to be known. Also it would be nice if you all could comment me your thoughts. If you have and ideas for the story, I'm all ears. Don't be afraid to speak the truth and tell me your opinions. Thanks!

Abbegail's P.O.V.

Getting into the Olympics has always been my goal. What would I do you ask? Well, I'm a gymnast. Yes, one of those that train all day and all night just to mess up again the next time they go to practice. Pointless right? Well, somehow it doesn't seem pointless in my mind. I remember the day perfectly that I finally got the chance to achieve my goal.

I was training as usual, ever since I turned 3 anyways. I start my routine on the beam(front limber, front hand spring, back tuck, back hand spring, front walk over, and a double back hand spring, back tuck off). That's when I noticed two guys I have never seen before in my life start walking over to me.

"Hello. I am Professor Burns and this is my college Professor Conley. You are Miss Abbegail Clark correct?"

"Yes sir I am. What can I do for you?"

"As you know, you recently had a competition. That competition was the qualifier for the Olympics. Your coach thought it would be a good idea not to tell you all so you would perform at your best. You not only performed at your best, but you were outstanding!" Professor Burns informs me.

"We are here today to congratulate you on making the gymnastics team for the Olympics. Practice starts tomorrow. Be ready." Professor Conley smiles while saying this.

Both men walk out of the gym briskly and I can't hold in my excitement any longer. I jump around until majority of the girls start to look at me weird. I made it. I really made it.

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I'm training super hard today. It's 2 weeks before the Olympics. This is when all the chaos starts. Girls and guys doing crazy routines hoping to nail them.  I jump up onto the low bar to start off my routine. I hop through the air to the high bar just as I hear everyone start to scream. I don't though. I finish my routine without any flaws. I look over at these 5 guys signing autographs. I go to reapply chalk to my hands and the bottoms of my feet when I notice them walk up to me.

"Who are you?" I ask suspiciously.

"One Direction, of course." This guy with really curly brown hair answers me.

I take one good look at them. Curly-cues. Blond hair and blue eyes. Emo looking one. Shaggy hair. Fan lover and extremely loud. I walk back over to the uneven bars again to practice my routine.  Blondie and Shaggy hair walk over to me.

"You actually don't know who we are?" asks blondie in an Irish accent.

"Nope and don't want to."

"I'm Niall and this is Liam. You have to know something about us." They don't give up do they?

"Nope. I think I listened to your music once but I'm not sure. Now if you will excuse me, I need to practice.

Niall's P.O.V.

I can't believe she doesn't know who we are. Everyone knows who we are. That's what I figured anyways. I wish she would just be a fan so I can get her out of my head.

"What's bugging you man?" Harry asks.

"That girl. She's not a fan of us but she's perfect at gymnastics. How can she not know who we are?" I say running my fingers through my hair.

"You don't even know her name." Liam says staring at me.

"I know, I just... can't explain why I can't get her out of my head."

"Maybe you like her." Zayn says slowly.

"That would be crazy if I did. Why would I like someone who doesn't even know my name?"

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you don't know her name either." Louis mentions.

He does make a valid point.

Abbegail's P.O.V.

I wish I could get over him. He probably is just some stuck up kid that likes so many girls. I haven't ever had a boyfriend anyways. He seemed so shocked that I didn't know who One Direction was. I'm obsessed with gymnastics and not boys or boy bands for that matter.