Fan Account (A Niall Horan FanFic) on hold

Chapter Two - A Lie And Pita Sandwich

A/N: glad those of you who read enjoyed the first chapter! This story will have a good deal of drama in it, but I'm hoping it can be a bit more light hearted and maybe even a little comical than my other stories. Hope you love love love it:) Please go check out the preview to my other new story, Timeless! And remember, stay safe and live happy:) xoxoxo -Danielle

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We had a show that night, and, as much as I tried to concentrate, all I could think about was Delaney. Her voice, more specifically. It was nothing like I'd imagined it. It was better. She was better. She was amazing.

And she probably never wanted to see me again, but, I mean, that was cool, too.

After I returned to the hotel, I was attacked with questions from security, management, and the other guys.

"Niall, where were you?"

"You can't leave without security!"

"Who were you with?"

I deflected them all and went upstairs to find all the boys, including Michael and Ashton of 5 Seconds of Summer, in my and Liam's room. Liam was no where to be seen, and Louis, Ashton, and Michael were watching some show on MTV while Harry sat on his phone and Zayn read the nutrition facts on the back of a bag of crisps as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Ashton glanced up at me as I walked in. "Hey, Niall," He returned his gaze to the TV.

"Where were you?" Harry asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

I was still pissed off at him for last night. I don't even remember what our petty argument was about, but I was still mad. Of course, I loved Harry like a brother, but whatever we'd fought about was still nagging at me. "Doesn't matter," I took a water bottle out from the fridge and took a drink as I sat down next to Zayn. My stomach growled once more, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything yet today.

Zayn must've heard it growling, because he offered the bag of chips to me, and I gladly accepted. Shoving some into my mouth, I chewed and tried to pay attention to whatever was playing on the television. Failing miserably, my mind drifted to Delaney.

We were only in Miami for another week, doing promo and such, but I had to see her again. I needed to be with her as much as possible. She of course probably didn't feel the same way about me, but I wanted her to know how I felt about her. She had the right to know after all I'd kept from her for so long.

Brainstorming on ways to get her to talk to me, really talk to me, I mean, Harry interrupted my thoughts by scooting closer to me.

"Can I help you?" I muttered, trying my best to stay angry at his pout.

"Niall," He stuck his bottom lip out, his green eyes big and pleading. "Please don't be mad at me anymore."

"Go away, Harry," I stood up and sat on the other side of Zayn, but he wasn't having it.

"Oh, no, you are not putting me in the middle of this," Zayn groaned.

Louis sighed. "Seriously guys? Don't fight anymore."

"I'm still mad at you," I told him.

Then, Harry, the God Damn Brown Boots and all, sat down on my lap.

"What in the world are you doing?" I tried to put on my best angry façade, but I was more confused than anything. Why was Curly sitting on me?

"You can't be mad at me if I'm on top of you," Harry reasoned.

"That makes no sense," I whined.

"If Harry's sitting on Niall, can I sit on Ashton?" Michael volunteered.