Fan Account (A Niall Horan FanFic) on hold

Chapter One - Talk About Catfish

I hardly slept that night out of nerves. How was I going to swing this one? How was I supposed to slip out of the hotel without security and the boys noticing? How was I supposed get to Jamba Juice without the paparazzi following me? And, more importantly, how the hell was I supposed to explain that the girl who Delaney thought was Becca was actually... me?

Trying not to wake Liam, even though it was nearly two in the afternoon. I tiptoed to the bathroom for a shower. Liam rolled over and muttered something, but I wasn't planning on sticking around to find out what he said. After showering and getting dressed, I felt my stomach growling. I'd originally wanted to try and leave before any of the other boys were awake, but I was starving, having not eaten since before the show last night.

Hoping with every bit of myself that there wasn't a security guard on the other side of the door, I turned the knob, making sure my hair was fully hidden by my hat and that I had my sunglasses on. Of course I'd probably still get noticed, but this would surely delay the reaction a little.

Despite my hopes, there was a large man next to the door, arms crossed, looking straight ahead. "Good morning, Niall."

"Hello," I smiled at him. "Are the other boys still asleep?"

"Harry and Zayn are downstairs getting breakfast as we speak, and I haven't seen Liam or Louis yet. Why? Where are you headed?"

"What? Why do you ask?" I fidgeted nervously. "No where. Just out, doesn't matter."

His face grew into a grin. "Niall, I know when you're lying. Where are you going? I'll get a car and send someone with you-"

"No, I am not taking security with me. I'll walk, it isn't far," I'd Googled the address of Jamba Juice in the hours I was supposed to be sleeping. It turns out it was only a block from the hotel and if I go the back way I can (hopefully) slip out without anyone seeing me.

"Niall, you'll get mobbed without security!"

"I'll be fine!" I assured him before jogging off towards the lift, hoping he didn't follow me. I figured I'd find something to eat while I was "out", that it'd be much easier than explaining to Harry and Zayn where the hell I was going. I found my way to the back door, hands shaking. I was nervous beyond belief. Delaney would probably hate me. I lied to her for a year. An entire year! I should have told her sooner, or maybe even not at all. Maybe I should have just agreed on how awesome it was that Niall was in her city and that he was shirtless. Maybe I should have just not created the account at all. 

I checked my phone for the time. It was already 2:45, and I hoped to god I didn't get held up or mobbed. I didn't want to ruin our first time meeting with paparazzi and, as much as I love them, fans. Sure, Delaney was a fan, but I didn't want her to get hurt by other fans, ya know? 

I breathed out as I opened the back door, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the alleyway behind the hotel was empty, save for a stray cat and a few Dumpsters waiting to be emptied. I continued walking until I was behind the building that I was relatively sure was Jamba Juice. I held my breath, mentally preparing. What if she hated me? What if she didn't believe me? What was I going to tell her? How the hell was I going to explain it? I went around front, still holding air in my lungs.

A bell rang as I opened the door, head still down. I scanned the room, and my eyes landed on a teenage girl. Her eyes that I knew to be brown were concentrated on her phone which was rested on the table. She sipped from a straw as she scrolled down what I would guess to be Twitter. Her curly dark brown hair was noticably lightened at the bottom- what did they call it? Ombre? Yeah, that's what it was called. A headband that seemed to be made of flowers circled her forehead. Bracelets were stacked up her tanned wrists, nearly to her elbows. I couldn't tell much about her outfit from where I was standing, sadly.