Summer...Tragedy? ~One Direction Fan Fiction~ *In Editing*

Chapter Two: Hashtag Fan Fic Life

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This is Chapter Two: Hitting It Off I hope you enjoy it!! Comment, vote, add it to your library do whatever you like and, just like I promised in the Chapter One, there will be different POVs well that's it so one more time, enjoy!! -Julie!!!

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Niall's POV:

"C'mon Liam. The football game is about to start." I complained as the brown haired boy kept wiping up the coffee spill with a napkin. I rolled my eyes at his mature state. He honestly did not realize people get paid for that.

"Alright Niall, I just wanted to clean up your coffee spill." Liam stated, and knowing him the way I do, he rolled his eyes. I told himt hat there were people with that and he called me rude. Obviously it's not my fault I understand that people work for this.

"I'm sorry, Liam, but you know how important this game is to me and Louis is waiting for us; you know how he gets," I gave him a pointed look, "Anyway, I'm just saying—" I was cut off by tripping over a rock and falling into a person.

I pulled away from her and looked down at the gross brown stain on her shirt. I'm on a roll. I should just not be able to have coffee because I've spilled it twice already, and this time a napkin will not clean it up, and there's no one to clean it up.

"Oh my God!" She practically shouted, "Oh my shirt!". She looked up at me and her eyes searched my face. Confusion filled her features. I have to throw her off. I do not want to be caught by fans right now. What would someone who's not famous do?

"I'm so unbelieveably sorry, love. Would you like me to repay you? I can, really. There's nowhere I'm supposed to be anyway. Um, you can't walk around in that wet T-Shirt. Here, let's get you a new shirt?" I said, acting as if I wasn't supposed to see Louis.

"Well, I'd love to, but I have shirts at home—um the hotel. My friends and I can just walk back there. No use walking around the stores in the shirt that has coffee on it." She said, laughing a little at the end. Does she know it's me? If she's a fan she would be able to tell my accent.

"Oh come one. Would it really be easier to go to your hotel and change, when you can just go to the store next to you, buy a shirt, change then continue to walk around? I promise I won't look while you're changing. I'm not a perv." I said, trying to play it cool-like.

"I'm not sure. Nikki, Emma, what do you think? Should I trust this strange man and go to the store with me?" She asked, turning to the blonde and brunette behind her. I turned to them and nodded. I had no idea why, but I was determined to get her a damned shirt.

"I don't know. I think it's a good idea considering he's," The blonde stopped, leaned forward and whispered, "Niall Horan." The brunette laughed and rolled her eyes. The girl laughed too and whispered something back.

Finally the girl turned around and said, "You don't even know my name. I know yours, Niall, but you don't know mine. Of course I can trust you, because I'm a fan and there are paparazzi everywhere, but how can you trust me?"

"Amanda, give it a rest," The brunette spoke up, "I'm Emma, and the other blonde who's horrible at whispering, is Nikki. And you should know that Amanda will go if we go, and Nikki and I will not go if Liam doesn't. Because Nikki wants the ten—"

I burst into laughter while turning back to Liam to see him laughing as well. I looked back at Nikki who was blushing like crazy, but laughing as well. Amanda and Emma were laughing too, but they had a little blush.