Blurred Out [Fanfiction | Niall Horan]

Before

Do you know that feeling of being on top of the world, having everything you have ever wanted?

And in a just a fraction of a second can you lose everything, including yourself, because what are you without your memories?

If you don't remember anything, not even him, what's then left?
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I left the house in a rush, knowing how late I was. My heels clicked for each step I took, leaving an echo inside my head. I swore loudly, while waving to my neighbour, an old, tiny woman whose love for plants was only growing. See, even when stressed out as fuck, I was funny. Hilarious, in fact. Why I hadn't got that spot in the TV-series I couldn't even remember the name of, was still a remaining mystery. Niall had told me he could help me out, but I didn't want his help. Celebrity-boyfriends makes things a little bit easier, but it was my career and I wasn't that desperate...yet. I found my carkeys, but they slipped. My hands were sweaty as fuck, I was supernervous. Today's audition was a life-changing opportunity, and I was already late. Things were not going great today, apparently. After some fumbling I finally unlocked the car and started driving my pretty fancy Porche (another gift from Niall, the sweetest thing on Earth). I wasn't very focused on the road, I had driven here a hundred times before and I needed to re-read the script I had received in the mail just a few days ago. It was just a few sheets, but my memory isn't the best and some of the parts where already pretty blurry. Damn it. I started looking around in my purse after it, but it had probably vanished from the surface of our planet, just to make my day even better. A horn honked, and annoyed, I honked back, before something very big, very dark, hit me very fast and very hard, and I mumbled a tiny fuck because now I would never make it to the audition in time. A few seconds passed by, in complete silence, before finally, the lights went out...