The Man Who Can't Be Moved (A Niall Horan Love Story)
"is she alive? Liam is she alive?" "just barely. do you know what happened?" "yes well, i... i kicked the football... and it must have hit her in the back... and she fell in!" "Niall James Horan! first of all, you really need to work on your aim and second, don’t just stand there!" slowly i sat up coughing and rubbing my eyes "Who, whats going on?" i managed to say very puzzled my eyes were still blurry and i was a mess; my hair was all over the place, my shirt and shorts were so wet that they were plastered to my body, my face was whiter that a ghost, and my make up was smudged all over my cheeks. the big blur on the left stared at me for a minute and then asked "are you okay?"
~So this story was written by my friend and I but we got in a fight and we're not really friends anymore. I don't really like One Direction anymore but I really do like our story. And I really suck at these little intros so I just used a little quote from the first chapter! ENJOY!:) and sorry Lyssa if you get p*ssed at me for posting it but I like it and I'm gonna do it anyway. OH! and if you're confused on the rating.. you'll understand later in the story:)
