A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

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I rolled over in my bed and looked at the time: 8:52. I HAD A DIG TODAY! What time did I get in last night? I could not remember. I jumped out of bed and got ready in all of five minutes. I stood on the elevator in compression pants and a skin-tight long-sleeved UnderAmour shirt, meant to keep me cool. I tied my hair up into a high ponytail and checked to make sure my sneakers were tied before I ran out of the elevator door.

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Walking into my hotel room, I immediately grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. It had been a slow dig day. It was 5 in the evening. I leaned over the sink and let the faucet run over my hair. The sun was beating down on me all day; thank goodness Katie had brought along sunscreen, although I did get somewhat burnt on my face.

I turned off the sink and immediately felt better, having had the water cool me down. I put my hair into a bun and jumped onto my bed. I opened up my laptop and logged into Tumblr. As I scrolled through the many pictures of sunsets and beanies and clothes, I came across a few One Direction pictures, and then, I saw one that scared me. It was of Niall and I leaving the hospital. Thank goodness my face could not be seen but I was still nervous of what the fans would think about Niall being with some girl.

If I was nervous about that picture, I don't know what I did when I saw the next one. I realized that the picture I was looking at was a collage of Niall and I, the caption saying 'Who is this Girl?'.

The first picture I noticed, was of Niall and I sitting on the dock, my face in clear view. The next was of us swimming the water after I pushed him in. Another was of us at the beach and another of us kissing outside my house. I almost screamed. How did the paparazzi know where I lived or where we were? It was scary.

I looked up: 'Niall Horan's girlfriend' on Google and a bunch of hits came up. I clicked on a recent article.

'Is Niall Taken?

Niall has been seen lately with a brunette girl in America, London, and around Niall's home in Ireland. No one is sure who this girl is or if Niall is in a relationship with this mysterious girl, but one thing's for sure: Directioners, don't get too used to Niall being single.'

It was on Perez Hilton's website.

It was out there. People had to know, there had been two pictures of us kissing already! We were not careful! I didn't want to be in the spotlight, first of all. Second of all, thousands of girls would know who I am and hate me for it. Third of all, my dad would be furious. Rubbing my hands on my face, I slumped down onto the bed. A few minutes later, I heard a ringing noise.

I looked up at my computer and saw that Niall was calling me on Skype. I perked up a bit. "Hi!" I said happily, as I saw his face come up on the screen.

"You told me you were going to call me right when you got back. Where have you been? I've been worried sick." His face was tensed up and his thick Irish accent was deeper than usual.

"I'm sorry," I said, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck.

"What do you mean you're sorry? I thought you were, were,"

"Niall, I'm fine!" I said, frantically, wanting to give him a hug. "I'm, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, love. I'm sorry for overreacting. I was just worried about you." I blushed. "What did you do today?" he asked.

"I had a dig."

"Find anything?"

"Not a thing."

"Sounds," he paused, "exciting?"

"No," I giggled, "not at all."

Suddenly, I remembered what I had just been freaking out about.

"Niall," I said, "there are picture of us everywhere."