It was a long day. I woke up, ate breakfast, and two interviews, a show, and an argument with Harry later, I sat in the hotel room, hoping Liam wouldn't wake up and see me as I logged onto twitter, my other twitter, the one only I knew. As I went down my timeline, I saw multiple tweets from Delaney, complaining about school
Delaney. Where do I start. She was beautiful, smart. Funny, too. Her account was also dedicated to One Direction, and her profile was none other than- you guessed it- a picture of myself. See, she didn't exactly know Niall was me... She thought me was Becca, a supposed fifteen year old girl from Ohio, who went to school and had a brother and a normal life. But... Me, the real me, was in a boyband. I had a fan account to get closer to the fans, to hear the rumors.
And no one knew.
Except for me.
I sent a tweet, something along the lines of "IM ON NOW SORRY HOMEWORK AND SOCCER" I nearly said football, but they'd be confused and such. Delaney favorited the tweet, and my heart fluttered.
Maybe I had a crush on Delaney, I don't know. We were close friends on twitter, but she didn't know it was me. She was a seventeen year old from Miami. I was nearly twenty, and lived all the way in the UK when I wasn't traveling the world. Not only would it never work, she'd never believe me in the first place! What would I say? "Hello me names niall and i been lyin to ya all this time !"
She'd laugh it off and say, "sure, im harry, let's make out"
As much as I'd love to take that offer up (not with Harry), I knew it'd never happen. Not now, not ever.
It all started last year when there were rumors about me and the band flying everywhere, so fast we couldn't catch up. So, I made a fan account. At first, it wasn't to make friends, just to see what was going on without them freaking out. But, eventually, I gained some followers, developed friendships with these girls, all without them knowing.
Delaney followed me first, and I followed her back. Her icon was of me with some patterned background, as many others' on this site were. We started talking after I commented on one of her pictures of herself that she posted, and then again retweeted one of her funny tweets.
It was all innocent. I never meant harm. I just wanted to see what was going on in the One Direction fandom.
It was all perfect until that night, after the long day, my dm's lit up. I clicked on it to see a message from Dee. We were in Miami at the time, dangerously close to Delaney. I was secretly hoping we would run into each other, but I knew that wouldn't and couldn't happen.
"NIALL WAS SHIRTLESS OUTSIDE OF THE ARENA IN MIAMI I REPEAT NIALL WAS SHIRTLESSM LESS THAM 20 MINUTES FROM ME WHAY"
I panicked. What would I do? She knew Niall, meaning me, was close to her. No, this couldn't happen. "WHAT IM FLYING TO MIAMI TOMORROW MORNIGN WHAT"
"wait seriously why didnt u tell me"
"Last minute !! Granpa got sick, mom wants to see him" What was I supposed to say? Exactly, nothing, nice going, Niall.
"WE NEED TO MEET UP"
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I screwed everything up. Fuck. No. "YES" Why did I say that?
"WHEN ARE YOU FREE OMG"
"Uh tomorrow at three"
"Where???"
"Idk anything down there so u pick!!!!" I dragged myself into this mess, now I need to get myself out.
"JAMBA JUICE MIAMI 3 PM BE THERE"
Shit. Now what was I going to do?
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Fan Account (A Niall Horan FanFic) on hold
FanfictionHe just wanted to get closer to the fans. She just wanted to get closer to him. {on hold}
