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Chapter 1

Niall's POV:

You know that tingly feeling? The only you get right before you get caught for something you weren't supposed to be doing, when your stomach drops right into all ten toes?

I was Christmas shopping for Zayn, because I had gotten a gift for everybody else. I just didn't know what to get him. If you were me, what would you get a 20 year old man 4 days before Christmas, who happens to be your best friend? No big deal right?

Exactly.

Anyway, I was turning the corner onto yet another street that was probably filled with stores that sell teddy bears, hats, or those shitty cards that say "Merry Christmas to the best mother ever!" and "I love you more than presents!", when I first heard it. Whispering.

Ok, you're all probably laughing at me.

Whispering? Really?

Well, of your name is Niall Horan and you're in every magazine and who sells out MSG, whispering is a big deal.

Don't get me wrong, the fans are great, but they're like Agent Gibbs from the show NCIS. They know where I'm going to be 3 days before even I know.

So as soon as I heard that first whisper and typing on a phone, I began to run.

Ok, not exactly run. It was more like a jog. But with it being 16 degrees Celsius with 45 kmp winds and me in only a Jack Wills sweatshirt, I'm probably not what you would consider "warm". And if you do consider me warm, please see a doctor. I'm freezing my arse off.

Once the whispers turned into screams, I ran into the nearest shop I could find, praying it had a lock.

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Blaire's POV:

First off, it's a Saturday, so don't blame me for what goes on. I mean, what type of person wants to wake up at 5:50 am to serve only like, 3 people pancakes? Not this type of person, that's for sure.

Still, Mindy's a stickler for shit like this, showing up on time.

And being 19, I don't really need to get fired from yet another job. Besides, the shoppe has free wifi.

Anyway, what I want expecting this morning was for some kid to run in and lock the door behind him.

"umm...sir, do you need something?" I asked him.

He looked out of breathe.

"yeah, sorry, I'll explain later, but do you have somewhere I can hide? from the fans?"

Fans? What fans?

It was then I heard what sounded like 184728243 girls screaming for someone named Niall.

I think his name was Niall. Wow, smart Blaire. Where did you manage to pick that up?

I scanned the shoppe. I was glad we didn't have anybody in right now.

"I guess you could hide in the kitchen, just don't touch anything."

Good for you Blaire, you sound like a mother giving orders to an unwanted child.

Nonetheless, the kid named Niall smiled gratefully and scampered behind the counter, through the back doors, and into the kitchen.

Weirdo.

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Ok, I had picked up that this Niall kid was famous, but after three ungodly hours of 10 year olds screaming his name, I was done.

"uuuurrghhh," I groaned. When will these devils go away? The police have been trying, unsuccessfully, to get rid of them for the past hour, but god knows only more showed up.

Why am I even saying that, I'm atheist.

I make no sense.

I decided to confront this Niall guy, to see while long this usually lasts. It seems like it must happen a lot.

I walked to the kitchen.

"yo, Niall."

He sat up off the floor.

"how long does this usually last? Because my shift ends soon, and my boss won't be able to get in to take over."

"how long has it been already?" he asked.

"like, three hours."

"oh, they should go away soon. It usually only lasts about four hours."

I snorted.

Only four hours. Wow.

I heard something growl, and looked over at Niall. That kid must be hungry.

"are you hungry?"

"little bit, yeah. Didn't get around to breakfast."

Idiot. Who doesn't eat breakfast?

"well, I can whip you up something, if you want. Shouldn't take too long." why am I helping him again? Oh yeah. I pity him.

"you can?"

"well, in case you haven't noticed, you're in a pancake shoppe. And last time I checked, pancakes are food. So yes, I can."

He smiled at me.

"in that case, yes please."

and that was how I ended up making some famous teenager 3 fucking batches of pancakes.