Accident (A 1D Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Nialler

Okay guys! Let me tell you something about this Fanfiction.

In most 1D fan fictions, Niall is the sweet boy who saves the girl or whatnot. We, not in my story. My story shows a darker, more devious, more dominant Niall Horan.

Meet second-personality Niall!

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I silently sat there, not knowing what to do.

Or say.

Or think.

How hadn't I know who I was with? How hadn't I realized until the day after, when he tweeted about me and ruined my life? How hadn't I recognized his face, even in the dimly lit room?

I'd slept with Niall Horan. And now I was going to pay.

I honestly wouldn't have minded if he hadn't tweeted what he'd tweeted. Who would have? He's Niall Horan, a member of One Direction! Girls would give their right arm to sleep with him. But I hadn't even known it was him in the heat of the moment. All I remember was being at a party, in a dimly lit room with cigarette smoke taking over my lungs. I remember being taken to a room and being too drunk to care, and being kissed by a guy. Everything else was a daze, but when I woke up in my house, my phone and computer were flooded with tweets. All because of one that he'd posted.

"great night last night, Olivia, I'll give you the money I owe you eventually :* "

And now I was a prostitute.

I thought he'd meant the money he owed me from the drink he'd spilled on my shirt. And I'm sure that's what he meant... But the way he made it sound had everyone talking. I got hate tweets, admirable tweets, and gross tweets.

"You're such a slut! You're dating Luke!"

"I can't believe you're a prostitute"

"Knew it all along!"

"What was he like in bed?"

"Wow you're so lucky!"

If just gotten off the phone with Luke. He'd broken up with me the minute he found out, and I don't blame him really. Who wouldn't break up with their girlfriend after they sleep with someone else? I felt terrible. Horrible.

I threw up.

When I got back to my room, tweets were still filling up my phone screen. I quickly logged off Twitter, turned off my phone, and threw it in the corner of the room.

My parents are wealthy. We live in three story house and have four cars - two Lamborghini's, a red convertible (mine), and a Mercedes Benz. My parents seem to have no emotions. I talk, but it goes unnoticed. I don't tell my parents about anything in my life, because they wouldn't care. They let me do whatever I want. I can buy whatever I want, wear whatever I want, and go wherever I want. I usually dress pretty edgy, but I like it that way.

Apparently biker boots and blonde hair turns boys like Niall on.

I won't lie. I do sleep around. That's not a secret. Usually just boys at school, but I never sleep with someone while I'm in a relationship with someone else. I never sell my body. This time, it looks like I did just that. I already know what comes next; teasing, taunting, whatever it takes to embarrass me.

I laid back in my bed, closing my eyes slowly. I rested my head for a moment, before a thought flickered into my mind. Niall gave me his number before I left.

I quickly stood up and grabbed my phone off the bed. I typed in his contact name, which turned out to be under "Nialler(;". I rolled my eyes and began the text.