Summer Love (a Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Summer Love - Chpt. 5

'NIALL HORAN, NEW LOVE?'

That's what the 'OK' Magazine front page says. Lola and I are lying on my double bed, both in only our bra, tank tops, and pajama shorts. 

Lola raises her perfectly groomed eye brow. "Is this our Niall Horan they're talking about?" 

I roll my hazel eyes over to Lola, and give her the a 'duh,' look. I wonder who his 'new love' is, so I turn to page... 63 to find out.

My eyes buldge out of my head, and as I snat back to Lola, I see her eyes have popped out too. Aparently, me, Jessie Walker from Australia/London/Ireland, am Niall Horans 'new love.'

"B-but. I-I," I begin, stuttering, "I don't even have feelings like that for Niall!" 

A whole double page is dedicated to me (in only my bikini) and Niall (only in his board shorts) tackling each other, and Niall having me over his shoulder, throwing me into the pool.

I immediatley grab my phone and text Niall about this article.

From: Jessie

NIALL JAMES HORAN why does a magazine say we're in love?!?!?!?

I send the text with an angry expression on my face. I litterally punch the send icon, and Lola cracks up laughing.

"What's so funny?" I ask her, she can't stop laughing.

"You just casually punched your phone to send a text!" She says inbetween her uncontrolable laughter. I guess that is kinda funny. I can't help but laugh. My phone buzzes so I unlock it and read the text from, Niall.

From: Niall

Don't worry about it Jess. I'm going to an interview today I'll confirm it's just a rumor.

Phew. Niall always knows how to calm me down. I guess it's just instinct because we have known each other for so long.

Lola reads the text and whipes pretend sweat from her brow.

"Lets have some breakfast out," I suggest, rubbing my empty tummy. Lola nods her head vigerously, and then heads off to her bed room to wear something casually, but nice for breakfast out.

I close the door behind me, and feel my hair to see how wet it is from my morning shower earlier.  It's damp, so I leave it out, but do a small braid and bobby pin it back. I put on a white silk flowing top, with nice patterns sort of cut into the back of it to give it some more edge. I honestly have no idea how I got/ bought/ stole it. I put on my old favourite light denim, high waisted shorts, and some plain leather wedges.

I walk down stairs, to apply some rosey pink colour lip gloss. That's the only 'make up' I usually ever wear, I hate the look of girls who cake on the stuff. Lola is applying her usual make up; nothing.

"You look very nice," Lola says, turning around, brushing her dirty blonde hair. 

"Didn't Nicki McQuire lend that to you in senior year?" Lola says, reffering to my top.

"I honestly don't know," I state honestly. "She was a bitch, and I'll never meet her again." It's true, Nicki was one of the most popular girls in senior year; she wore way to much bronzer, malestered her eyelashes with mascara, and dyed her hair bleach blonde. Just the thought of her makes me scrunch up.

"And she teased me about my weigh," I say, applying my lip gloss.

Lola nods, "I know, she did that to everyone, including me." I see the hurt forming in Lola's eyes. Lola has the right to be really angry at Nicki. Her ex boyfriend, Will, cheated on her with Nicki. Now it's Lola's turn to cringe.