Loved You First [[[Niall Horan]]]

Chap One | He Made It ✰

Edit: Please do not give up reading on the first seven chapters. I wrote the chapters 2 years ago (May 2012) and I'm back for good, and I've improved, a bit. Hah. But please, don't give up on this story. Continue reading until the eighth chapter, and I promise, you will love it more. Here it goes! The first carroty chapter xo

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A n n e  |  Chap One ✰✰✰

6:58am. Six Fifty Eight in the morning. Even the ancient Greeks cannot probably wake up that early. 6:58 was too cold, too good to be woken up. But that doesn't work for him.

I heard someone whispering a purposely ugly lullaby right beside my ear drums. It was ugly, but it was cute at the same time. But due to its everlasting ugliness, I never understood what the son g was trying to portray. It sounded more likely a curse, telling me that I needed to get up.

I groaned. Annoying little curse. Annoying beautiful curse. You can't wake me up, bwahahaha. I'm all down evil lullaby singer, you can't stop me---

"Goooood morning!!!! Get up! Get up! Geeeeeeet up!!!! It's another beautiful...DAAAYY, oooh, daaay!"

The evil singer suddenly turned into an annoying cow who sounded like it was dying! Oh my, this is terrible!

Picking up my hotdog pillow, I threw it to where my listening skills told me where the cow was, and bam! It miraculously shut up and a loud thud was emitted! All hail the great shooter Anne!

After a moment of silence, I slowly opened my left eye wondering where the cow went.

"I'm alive!" Niall laughed and I groaned, burying my head on the pillows again.

Goddamn Niall.

The cow was Niall, unfortunately. My dorky best friend Niall Horan.

"What was that for?!" he asked while chuckling.

I turned around to see him. "For waking me up." I slurred.

"Are you drunk?" he asked out of nowhere and checked on my temperature. Dorky as he'll ever be.

"You're crazy." I swatted his hand away and there was silence, peace, I thought. My mind started to drift away again, after the peaceful surrounding.

"Wake up Anne! You can't sleep again!" he woke up again causing me to jerk in surprise. "Anne, wake up, please? The auditionsssss..." he whined, peeking below the pillow that I covered on my face.

Shoot. The auditions. So that's why he's as bubbly as a bubble.

I groaned. "Fine, fine. I'm up." I agreed while rising, making him grin. I stretched my arms, twirled a little and sniffed. Woah, wait. I smell something odd.

"Niall, what's with the smell?" I asked, still sniffing.

"What? Oh, no. my pancakes!" he ran as fast as he could, out of my room and down to the kitchen. I rubbed my temples. This is bad. He's the worst cook ever, I'm telling you. Don't ever let Niall James Horan cook, ever, or he'll burn your house down.

I went down to check on him and I looked relieved after seeing the kitchen perfectly safe.

"Saved them! But they're not quite, the pancakes." he pouted and I looked at the pancakes with burnt sides. I laughed.