"The One" A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Preparation

Sammie's POV

I wake up Saturday morning (the day of the concert). I grab the remote on my nightstand and turned on my television. I went straight to Netflix, the only thing I'll ever need in life, and I turn on Scooby-Doo. I love that movie. I get about half way through the movie when Izzie burst into my room. She danced around and opened her mouth wide like she was going to yell. She sat blankly for a minute then calmed down.

As she slowly opens her mouth she exclaims, "It's the day of the concert," her voice gradually getting louder, "Why aren't you ready?!" I look at her then at the clock, then her again. "It's only 12:30." I say smoothly. She widens her eyes. "Yeah. We leave at 3:00! You need to get ready if you want to look two syllable damn, sexy!" I look at her then groan. "Fine. I'm getting up." I lift myself out of the covers and prepare for the night I'm about to have.

Niall's POV
(Niall is not famous in this book)

"I don't understand why I have to go." I growl at Louis. He eyes me then let's out a sassy huff. "Niall there are going to be hot girls there. That is why you are going." He says to me while he brushes his hair. As I put on my jeans I look over to him. "So? I don't need a girlfriend." He shoots his head my way and grabs my shoulders. "That's not why you are coming!" He pokes at my chest. "You are coming to be my wingman." He lets go. I roll my eyes and put on my blue shirt with white specks. We're going to a Katy Perry concert that is outside in the middle of winter...THAT'S STUPID!!! I wonder if anyone else is being dragged to this by their dumb friend.

Sammie's POV
*2:15 pm*

I don't think I'm going to have fun. Scratch that, I know I'm not going to have fun. I pick out my outfit from the closet and quickly put it on. I am wearing a white tank top, a black sweater that shows my shoulders, white pants and red heals. I look and admire my outfit. I look great!

Izzie waltzed into my room and glanced at me and turned away. She looked again, staring longer. "Sammie! You look so hot!!" I smile. I look at her. She looks better than me. She's wearing a short red dress with black heals. Her hair is perfectly curled and her perfect make up made her blue eyes pop. I'm extremely jealous of her eyes, I love them. I look at her outfit for a while then laugh. She glared at me. "What's so funny?" She asks snarling. I look at her in the eyes and grab her shoulders. "You are going to freeze to death." I unhand her. "No I won't." She remarks. I grab her attention and say to her, "When you die tonight, I will speak at your funeral. All I will say is...'I told you so' and I'll walk of the podium." She managed to laugh. "Good luck with that." She wishes.

*2:55 pm*

I look at the clock then at Izzie who is running around frantically. "We have to go." I stated calmly. She looks at the clock then runs to the door. "Let's go," she yells, "we are going to be late!!"

We get to the stadium in 10 minutes. I didn't realize how close it is. I take a good look around...no one. Not one girl and not one boy. Wait. Never mind. Two guys walk in five minutes after we get there.

One is a brunette. He's just as dumb as my friend, he's freezing to death because he didn't think to bring a jacket. The other one has brunette roots and blonde tips. That's really hot. I hear him laugh, it seemed almost familiar. He then ran out. He came back with a coat for his friend, that shows he's caring...right?

Trying to find the perfect spot, we walk past each other. I caught a glimpse of his eyes. Blue like the color of the ocean after a storm, they are beautiful. I really want to talk to him but I don't know what to say. I hear him laugh again. Why is it so familiar? Where have I heard it?

I gasp. "What?" Izzie looks to me concerned. "I know that guy." I breath. She shows interest in what I have to say. "That's Niall Horan," I manage to spit out, "my high school bully."

Niall's POV

We get to the stadium. I look around, no heater in sight. That's great. I hate the snow and the cold. It is honestly the worst. I look at Lou who didn't bring a jacket. "You fucking idiot." I said laughing to him. He shivered and looked at me. "I didn't think I would need it." He exclaims. I continue laughing and run back to the car. I packed his jacket for him. When I come back he is happy to see me. "Yes! You are the best mate anyone can have!" He thanks me immensely.

I look around to not see anyone. When I heard someone laugh a bit of ways from us. Her laugh is amazing. I look around to find a girl with her friend. Lou and I walk around enough to get close to the girls. I examine her. She was so damn hot. Her outfit is like good girl gone bad. She has brunette hair with red highlights that is naturally curly. I got close enough to see her eyes are a light green with a very slight hint of brown. Her make up is flawless though she doesn't need it. She is stunning. She looks my way.

I look at Lou in shock. "What?" He asks me. "I know that girl." I claim. "Who is she?" Lou asks in awe. I gulped, "That's Sammie Becket," I get out, "I made fun of her in high school, everyday. I was her bully." Oh dear. What did I get myself into? Will she remember me? What the fuck am I going to do?