Six Girls, Five Guys, One Summer (One Direction)

Chapter 22: Niall Hears Something He Shouldn't

A/N Hello everyone! How was your week? Mine was pretty good, I got a few more ideas for stories. I've been thinking on this chapter for a lot, and it's kind of a combination of three ideas in one. I hope you all like it! Enjoy!

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Lucy’s POV

After I had gotten Harry and Ana out and back into the group, we had been able to hang out for the rest of the day.

Around six PM, I got a call from a friend that had gone to Chicago over the summer. I hadn’t seen her since the last day of school, and I missed her a lot. She said she had something incredibly important to tell me.

“Hello?” I asked as I answered the phone. I had gone into the kitchen to take the call, and was now leaning against the kitchen cabinets.

“O.M.G., guess what, Lucibelle?” Jasmine rushed, obviously excited. She never called me Lucibelle unless she was really excited.

“What is it, Jaz?” I asked, now becoming really curious. I opened the cabinet next to me and grabbed a glass from the shelves.

“You know how One Direction’s doing a concert back home in August?” Jasmine asked me in response.

I filled up the glass with some water. “Yes, of course,” I answered, walking over to the counter and sitting down on a stool in front of it. I heard a crash from in the family room. I covered the mouthpiece and called to them, “Hey! Keep it down, I’m on the phone!”

“Sorry, Lucy,” I heard ten voices chorus.

“Thank you,” I called before uncovering the mouthpiece again. Maybe leaving all of them alone wasn’t the best idea, even though all they were supposed to be doing was watching Percy Jackson on TV. “Sorry, Jaz, what did you say? Some people were being a bit loud in the family room.”

“I got tickets! I won third row seats to see them!” Jasmine exclaimed.

I was genuinely happy for my friend. She loved the boys so much, maybe even more than the girls and I did. “Good for you, Jaz! I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks. Are you going?” She asked.

“I don’t know, maybe,” I answered.

“Well, I hope you are, fan girl,” Jasmine taunted me. I groaned while she laughed. “It’s not like it’s not true. You know you love Niall,” she added.

Oh, she hadn’t had a clue what was going on. “You love Niall,” I said, trying to cover it up.

“So do you. You need to admit a few things,” she lectured me.

Oh, great. “Like what?” I asked, drumming my fingers on the counter.

“Like this. Repeat after me: Niall James Horan is an Irish cupcake,” Jasmine said.

I groaned. “Are you kidding me?”

“Repeat it!”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. Niall James Horan is an Irish cupcake.”

“He is the hottest member of One Direction.”

“He is the hottest member of One Direction.”

“If I met him, I would kiss him on the spot.”

“Jasmine!” I exclaimed.

“Say it!”

I sighed again, and said, “If I met him, I would kiss him on the spot.”

“I love Niall Horan.”

“I love Niall Horan.”

I then heard a cough coming from the doorway. I glanced over at the door and saw Niall waiting there, a smile on his face. “Oh shoot…” I blushed slightly. “Hey, Jaz, I gotta go. See you later,” I said, hanging up. I turned to Niall. “How much did you hear?”