Fate - (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Goddamn

Quinn's POV

"Where are we going again?" The honey-haired girl asked, her voice muffled by the fridge door she was holding. We decided to take a "lunch break" (even if we were snacking on the bakery's cupcakes all day) from working at the Frosting Bakery & Sweets booth at the fair. 

"Goddamn Juila! Why d'you have to be so stupid? I told you this like 5 times now." I rolled my eyes and scoffed, it's like she didn't even have ears whith how little she listened. You'd think working at a bakery and getting peoples orders; or well in Julia's case, yeling at her for getting it wrong, or even worse! Not giving it to them at all. 

"Well then tell me again!" She spoke sassily, rotating her head as she spoke, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her hip. I swear that girl is the sass queen. 

"We're going to the carnival gypsy, and this is the last time I'm telling you that!" I snapped back with equal sass, hand on my hip and a finger in the air.

"But aren't those people just fakes?"

"Oh Julia, Julia, Julia..." I chastisized, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You just gotta beliieeeeeve!"

"Do I look like I'm 12?" She snapped her face towards me with a glare.

"Well you do have the brain of one!"

Niall's POV

"Do we really need to wear these wigs? It's only a shopping center." A low grumble came from behind me, from which could only be Harry. 

"Remember the last time you said 'Oh, it's only a shopping center ohohoho!'" Liam mocked him, pretending to twirl some hair. We shuddered at the thought of last time. "And it's called a mall here, Hazza." 

"Oh Liam, why d'you always have to be so practical?" The boy whined from the back of the van, making Liam turn around from beside me to face him.

"If you wanna get mobbed, fine by me."

"Alright, alright. No need to get your boxers in a bunch." I patted his shoulder and eased him back into his spot.

"Well we all know I'm right!"

* * * *

"I told you so! I told you so!" Liam was at the back of the pack, holding some doors closed, trying to fend off pubescent mob of teenagers.

"I got it, Liam! Now let's go!" Harry yanked him forward while we dashed off into an alleyway, weaving in and out of streets trying to lose them. 

"Hurry up boys!" I yelled back, I really didn't want to lose them again. Last time well... that's a completely different story. Apparently they didn't hear because they kept at their leisurly pace, until they heard teh screams again. 

"Bloody hell, Harry! Why'd you have to take off the wig?!" No matter how many times we run from them, I never get used to it. I'm already tired and we'e only been running for 5 minutes. 

"The mall was nearly empty!" Harry was now beside me, red faced. 

"Don't you talk to my Hazza that way!" Louis piped up from up front. 

"Yeah, don't ta-" Harry got cut off by Zayn who was highly unamused by our bickering.

"Would you all just shut up?! I think I know where to hide."

* * * *

"Sure! Hide somewhere filled with teenage girls!" I snapped at Zayn, hands balled up into fists. 

"Shush, just keep your hoods up and act normal, we'll lie low then call Paul to come pick us up." Zayn had it all figured out apparently. 

I sighed. "Might as well have some fun then, right?" Giving them a smile, I pointed at a nearby gypsy trailer.