Prologue

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Niall Horan and Lana Kelly have been friends since they were born. Well, at least since Lana was born. They were born exactly one week and two days apart, and they were neighbors. Growing up together, they had the same dream: to become a famous singer and perform in front of thousands. When they get older, despite Niall's success and Lana's boring, unsuccessful life in Mullingar, will they remain friends? Or, will fame tear their friendship apart?

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Lana's POV
24 September, 1993

I was sound asleep in my mother's arms as she was carrying me throughout the house, trying to clean it up a bit. It wasn't that messy... She was a clean freak.

According to her, the house was clean the day I was born, until she fell on the ground when her water broke a few hours before she had me. She said a bottle of water fell, but I honestly don't know.

Anyways, at the door suddenly, there was a knock.

I started crying, as I wasn't familiar to the sound of a door knock, and it woke me up (I was just two days old, the same day I came home from the hospital).

"I'll get it," my dad said, frantically running to the door. "Try to calm her down."

Mum started rubbing my back, trying to soothe me and hopefully, get me back to sleep.

"Hello, Maura and Bobby! Come in!" Dad said, gesturing his arm into the house as they stepped in with their toddler and newborn baby.

Mum sat in her chair and said, "Hello Maura! How are you?"

"Very tired. Niall hasn't really been sleeping very much. He always seems to be very hungry... How's this little one? What's her name?"

"This is Lana, just born two days ago."

"Say 'hi' to Lana, Niall!" She brought Niall a little closer to me.

Mum told me that once Niall got carried closer to me, I immediately stopped crying. She says that she doesn't know how a little baby made me stop carrying on that quick.

When I saw him, a small smile came upon my face, and he just looked at me, pacifier in his mouth and swaddled in a mini teal and white striped blanket.

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I don't remember this day at all, obviously, but Mum tells me this story all the time, even still to this day.

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