Carefree

Chapter 1: What Did I Do??!!

Hi I was bored, so I decided to my another story. I'm sorry that I made Niall like this, I hope you guys like it, though. I know that he's not really like this, but...yeah. I'm already making another fan fiction about Louis, soo...check it out. I'm thinking of making two others so, yeah. Well vote, comment, and love this story!!

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(Intro)

Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be a famous, like One Direction? All the money in the world, screaming fans, anything you ever wanted. It sounds cool right? Well not for Niall Horan. Of course, it was great sometimes, like the gifts and stuff. Most of the time it wasn't, though. All of the hate and threats from people, it was hard. Especially when all the other boys are British and you're the only Irish kid. Niall gets the most hate in the group, besides Zayn. Zayn is called, 'The terrorist' just because he was Muslim. He could take all of the hater's crap, but Niall couldn't. He was the sensitive one, along with Liam. He could also be happy and funny at sometimes, like Louis, but with every hater thing he heard he became more like Harry, dark.

(Niall's POV)

*eight years into the future*

I heard a siren at the end of the street. Crap, the police. I began to sprint as fast as I could. "Stop!!! I said stop right there!!!" A voice said behind me. 'Shit, they're catching up' I though to myself. I didn't look back, I just headed forwards. As I climbed a fence, I tripped. FUCK! "Hands behind your back!!!" They yelled. I was cought.

I did as I was told, "GET OFF OF ME!!!" I screamed, but they just put me in car.

"You have the right to..." The man began to say.

"I KNOW MY FUCKING RIGHTS!!" I spat. I couldn't believe it, I was in the back of a police car for trying to get some drugs off the streets. I used to be a successful singer and a millionaire, for God's sake! And now I'm here. I mean, I would've though that Harry would've been instead of me, he was the messed up one. Now he's acually making something of himself.

I thought that after I became famous I would have all the nice cars and ladies, but instead I'm on the the streets begging for money to buy some drugs. I burried my face in my lap and started to cry. I could of acually done something with myself if I'd only would've calm myself down instead of beating the crap out of that guy a couple years back. EVERYTHING'S changed since.

"Are you Niall Horan?" I heard a female voice say.

I looked up, "Yeah." I wiped a tear away. She began to cry. She was weirding me out. Why the hell was she crying?

"Are you okay?" I asked. "What's wrong, babe?"

"No, it's just-" she looked up at me, "I used to be a Directioner." I thought to myself 'Great, another person that I let down'

(A month later)

"I'm sorry lads," I said through the glass window, "I didn't think they'd catch me."

"It's okay." Liam said to me.

"No it's not!" I yelled. "If only left that faggot alone and calm down."

"It's not your fault, Niall." Said Louis (AN: It's pronounce Louie, get it striaght people!!). He pushed it to far by saying that."

"But, if only I'd ignore him and just walk away, I could've saved my career." You see when a faught him, it went worldwide, soon everyone knew about it. Ever since then, my life's hit rock bottom. I lost most of my beloved fans, I get more hate than ever, and I lost my dignity. What can be worst. Oh yeah, I'M IN FREAKING JAIL!!!