Luck Of The Irish (a niall horan fan fiction)

luck of the irish part 11

nialls Pov

I called Callie and was on the way to her house.

I wondered what happened to her.

she sounded like she was crying and I was worried. I hope it wasn't the fans... they can be rough. once, Danielle was told to stick her head in a food processor.

I speed to her house.

once I got to the door, I knocked.

her little sister Keira opened the door and nearly passed out.

"OMG YOUR NIALL HORAN!! NIALL HORAN IS AT MY HOUSE!!!!" she screamed. I smiled and pushed past her. Callie called

"niall I'm in my room. go up the stairs and its the second door on the right."

"why are you going to see Callie?" Keira asked. pshhhh. more like DEMANDED.

I didn't answer but walked up the stairs and opened the second door on the right to see a beautiful bedroom. her walls were painted a lavender colour and had a white trim along the wall and ceiling. her bed was against a window and her bedspread was white with black tiny hearts covering it. she had a white and purple fuzzy carpet with zebra stripes and her own bathroom.

it was a cool room.

I looked overtly see Callie, all dressed in a cute black skater dress with a criss cross back and some combat boots. she curled her hair and put makeup on. I knew she had been crying.

"what's wrong calliebear?" I asked.

she sniffled and explained about the fans and the mean tweets. I comforted her and placed her on my lap. she cried a bit into my shoulder.

I spun around when I heard the click of a camera.

Keira.

it wasn't a big deal that she took it, but Callie would get even more hate for crying in the pic if Keira posted it on instagram or the internet.

that is when the chase to get the phone began.

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sorry for not updating in a while.

can somebody tell me how to upload pics for you guys?

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