Not A Fan(Niall Horan Fanfic)

chapitre 3. {edited}

Heather's pov

I looked at Niall awkwardly "So, do you want to play some air hockey or something?"

"no. I already said I came here to watch TV!" He snapped.

Rude if you ask me.

"oh. Okay then. I'll be in my room then. Come in.". He smiled and shut the door as I ran up the stairs to my room. 

I sat down on my bed and just thought. I thought about how I didn't want to be here and I just want to go home and be with the people I love. My friends, my family. I didn't want to come here that much. Sure I love my dad a little but not enough to leave the people I care about to go to England. I don't even feel welcome here. This isn't my home. The boys obviously are used to coming over here to hang with my dad or whatever like it is just there little place. This isn't even my house. My home. 

I almost was about to let tears fall but I stopped them when I heard a familiar song that I despised with all my heart. What makes you beautiful. 

I stomped downstairs and saw NIall dancing to his own song on music choice on demand. How sick! Who is so obsessed with themselves that they listen to their own music? 

"NIall! Stop dancing to your own song. Turn the music down! I hate that song." I screamed over the blaring music.

He looked at me and shook his head. "Girl, you may live here now but this is not your place. You don't belong in England with us. You belong in America with your actual family. So shut up and don't even act for one second that this is your house. Your dad might have let you stay with him but I know him more than you do." 

How dare he say such a thing! "How dare you. Maybe I don't think I'm very welcomed here but you really have no right to shove it in my face. You don't know my dad more than I do. He's my father! Now just get out." I was beyond furious with this kid!

He smirked and mumbled "whatever," as he walked out the door.

So far I was right. So far at least one boy from One Direction was a jerk and I wouldn't be surprised if all of them were. I HATE ONE DIRECTION!!! 

I sighed and walked into the kitchen to get some cereal. My dad came from around the corner while I was eating. "Heather what was all the commotion for?" He didn't sound mad. Just genially curious.

"Niall tried to tell me that I wasn't welcome here and that he knew you better than I do." He had a look of doubt on his face when I said that.

"What? Niall is a nice boy." Ha! So he's got my father fooled, eh?

"well obviously not to me."He sighed.

"okay honey I'll talk to him. Just stay away from him for me."

 "okay." That was an easy order since I didn't exactly want to be friends with him.

I finished my cereal and was about to go upstairs to my room when "Heather can you get the post for me?"

 "sure." I got up from my sitting arrangement to help.

He handed me the keys for the gate and the post box and I put my shoes on to go get the post.

I unlocked the gate and walked down to the road and unlocked the post box. I grabbed the post and was about to go inside when I heard a voice.

"Hi girl."

I turned my head and saw Harry. GREAT! Another one direction boy to ruin my mood.

"Hi." I said blandly.

He looked at my disinterested face. "Do you know who I am?" He questioned.

"yeah. Harry Styles." I replied with a matter of fact.

He chuckled, obviously surprised that I wasn't freaking out. He's just a person. geez.

"what do you want?" I got straight to the point. I wanted to get inside and get far away from him as I could.

"Well I was wondering if you wanted to hang out maybe. Your girl from the beach yeah? I didn't know he had a daughter." He motioned towards the house.

"yeah I'm the girl from the beach. Nice to meet you again. I had a run in with Niall and I really don't want to hang out with you guys. No offense. Maybe some other day?" I asked unconvinced.

He looked stunned. Obviously he isn't used to people turning him down. Well guess what? I'm going to give him a taste of his own medicine. "oh. That's fine. Niall can be a jerk sometimes. He's not the nicest".

"yeah I know." I huffed in annoyance, hoping he would get the message.

"so obviously you know my name." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes. I just wanted to get inside.

"what's your name?" He asked in wonder.

"my name is Heather. Heather Elks." I stated subtly

"nice to meet you Heather.". He smiled and held out his hand. I didn't smile back or shake it.

"I don't hang with One Direction. Sorry." I answered coldly, putting him in his place.

I walked into the house leaving him standing there shocked. Wow. That's unbelievable. I handed my dad the post and headed into the TV room. I turned the TV on and put it on 'caught on camera- trapped'. It was one of the shows I just watched when nothing good was on and i'm bored. 

All the sudden I heard a yell coming from upstairs. I ran upstairs and headed towards where the groans and whines are coming from and I opened the door. My father. 

my father was lying on the ground dead