Just Another Fan (Niall Horan)

Chapter 22

Hello ^-^

I'm hungry :3 So have a nice photo of Huevos Rancheros! (For those who don't know its eggs rancher style.)

Sorry for the lame chapter guys :/ 

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“Hey Mari.” I smiled.

“Hey Lou.” I sat down next to him on a stool. Out of nowhere, he gives me a bear hug that almost makes me fall off the stool.

“Marie we missed you!” he says into my shoulder.

“I missed you guys too.” I laugh. He lets go once he hears Jane put down a plate in front of us.

“Huevos Rancheros with rice and beans! Annnddd...” She pulls out a plate pilled sky high with…

“Pancakes!” Lou stared at the eggs for a bit.

“This is how you guys eat eggs in Latino land?” he pokes the eggs with his fork. He stuffs some of the rice into his mouth.

“Yes. Now eat up!” I giggled. I cut out a piece of egg white with the sauce and stuff it into my mouth. I turn to see Lou do the same, but more reluctant. Once he put it into his mouth, nothing could stop him.

“Ohf my gofs this if amsing!” He says with a mouth full. Jane giggles and starts on her own eggs.

“So Lou, why are you here exactly.” I ask once we were done with everything.

“Like I said we missed you!” he hugs my side really tightly.

“Lou I’m not falling for it. Why are you here?” He lets go of me and sighs.

“Niall ran away.”

“What?!?” I yell.

“He left right after we found out you were gone. Liam and Zayn is in Mullingar looking for him if he’s there.” Just then his phone began to ring.

“Li? Have you found him?!?” he waited for a few seconds. Then his expression drops.

“Oh. Ok. Well he isn’t with Marie. Yea. I’ll keep looking. Bye.” I stared at him intensely.

“Lou how did you find out where I live?” Jane gives a nervous cough.

“Umm that’s my fault. He called me before you arrived. I didn’t know what was going on.”

“It’s ok Jane. Did Niall call you too?” 

“No, just Lou.” I turn back to Louis.

“What about Harry?”

“He went to… uhh… Hollywood…” 

“Wait what? He’s sick how did he get on the plane in the first place??” Lou nervously scratches the back of his head.

“Umm I don’t think I should tell you…”

“Lou…”

“FINE HE WAS FAKING BEING SERIOUSLY SICK THE DAY YOU LEFT ALL HE HAD WAS A COUGH!” He yells then covers his head as if I was going to smack him.

“You mean to tell me Harry WASN’T loopy on meds when he KISSED me?!?”

“Nonononononono he says he was but I don’t know for sure. You never know, the meds you got him were really strong.” I stare at him intensely.

“If Harry came with you, why isn’t he here?”

“He thought you would be mad.”

“Of course I would be mad! But that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t he here looking for Niall with you! Why did he go to Hollywood anyways?”

“I don’t know, he likes it there I guess.” I groaned, stood up, put on some sandals, and grabbed my purse and keys.

“Com’on guys, we’re looking for Harry, then Niall.” We piled into my little car and drove out of the driveway. We drove down the freeway until we reached Hollywood.

“Ok Lou where does he like to visit the most?”

“Madam Tussauds for some reason.” He responded from the back seat. We drove to the museum, paid for our entrance, and ran inside. Not many people where there so we just walk through exhibit to exhibit until we reached ‘Modern Celebrities’. There, we say sculptures from Fergi to Morgan Freedman.

“Whoa guys you have to see this.” Whispers Jane. We turn to see five familiar boys. We walk up and stare at them.

“They look so real” I whispered.

“They even got Zayn’s quiff right.” Whispers Lou.

“Yea, it’s kinda creepy.” Says a voice behind us. We all turn to see the real version of the only curly haired boy.

“Hey...” says Harry.

“Hey.” I said quietly. He walks over and gives me a hug. I reluctantly hug him back.

“I’m sorry I did that to you I shouldn’t have when I knew you were with Naill and…” he started to ramble on once we let go.

“Harry, it’s ok. I’m still mad at you but there is something more important going on, Niall could be anywhere and I don’t want him to hurt himself for any reason.”

“Yea, of course.” He stammers. We leave the museum and pile back into my car. This time, Lou sitting next to me and Jane and Harry in the back.

“If he isn’t in Ireland, then he should be in California. Any ideas?” says Lou.

“I might have one.” Says Harry, looking down on his phone. He shows us a photo of Niall walking down the boardwalk.

“Santa Monica. The paparazzi last caught him at Santa Monica.” I turn into the freeway and drove down to the beach. It’s a little farther than Malibu, but I knew my way. In just an hour, we reached the boardwalk. The sun was shining hard so I pull out my extra sunscreen and sunglasses and got the others to put it on.

“Whyyy?” whines Lou.

“Cause you guys are whiter than snow. You’ll get burned.”

 “I think she’s getting worse than Liam.” mumbles Harry. I just roll my eyes and turn to him.

“Harry let me see that photo again?” he hands me the phone. He was walking alone at the edge of the boardwalk, where all the fisherman hang out.

“I know where he is.” I grinned.