Christmas Kisses: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Scrooged

Niall's P.O.V

"RUN!" Liam screamed at the top of his lungs as a mob of teenage girls ran our way. "In the bus, boys. Now. Or I'm worried you won't even make it out of here alive," Paul said worridly as he ushered us in quickly. We all panted, leaning on each other for support as the syco fangirls continued to scream and bang on the door. Our large tour bus was covered with twinkling lights and even a small tree in the corner to get in the holiday spirit. I mean honestly. Who DOESN'T love Christmas?

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, collapsing on the couch, "the crowds get worse and worse everyday. I'm worried I'm losing my hearing."

"Same," Louis said sitting his bum right on top of Harry as he groaned in agony, "these girls are literally the most insane people in the universe."

"But we love them anyway," I chimed in with a grin.

"Well boys," Paul said clasping his hands together, "ready to go home?"

"Oh yes!" we all yelled as we pumped our fists in the air. Tonight we were going to John F. Kennedy Airport to leave from our concert in New York City. Originally, we were not going to be back home for the holidays, but Paul arranged it so we could be able to visit them until New Years.

"I'm going to take a nap," Zayn said yawning as he shuffled over to his bunk in the back of this bus. He was always sleeping or he was on the phone with Perrie, his girlfriend. Liam, Louis, and Harry were all passed out and I chuckled lightly at them. I decided to go onto twitter and send a thank-you tweet to the fans, considering they camped out in 20 degree weather just to see us perform. I couldn't wait to get back home. I missed the homemade meals mum made for me, waking up early with Greg and playing video games while wrestling with each other over who won the soccer match. It was great getting able to explore the world while living out my dreams, but quite honestly sometimes there was so much drama it could nearly suffocate you. I was usually a optimistic person, but the paparazzi tried to shape you into someone you weren't. I grabbed a fuzzy blanket and passed out on the couch, waiting eagerly to get home.

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"Shit what are we going to do!" I heard Harry whisper yell as I slowly opened my eyes. All the boys were sitting in a circle and had scowls on their faces.

"What did I miss," I said sitting up from the comfortable chair and stretched my arms. The bus wasn't moving. Huh that's weird, I thought to myself. The boys all look at each other with anxious eyes and than looked back at me.

"Well uh, Ni, the tour bus broke down, and we kinda are lost in the middle of no where," Liam said with a large frown covering his face.

"Oh god," I mumbled angrily, "we are going to be at the airport in time to get home for Christmas right?" The boys all shook their heads it look almost as if there was a small cloud hanging around on top of their heads. That's when my heart broke. How could this happen? How will I see mum, dad, and Greg? Christmas was about being with family and I wouldn't even be with mine? My head hurt, my heart ached and I wanted to go home.

"Paul and the whole security staff is trying to figure out what to do," Louis pipped up optimistically, "I bet we'll be home soon. Hey! Why don't we go see how they're doing?" We all nodded, not sure what else we could do. Everyone filled out one by one, Harry holding it open for me and pausing to give me a sympathetic smile. I smiled back and hurried to see how they were doing. I rushed up to the boys who were already talking to Paul.

"Well," Paul said as he rose up from his squatting position, "it looks like we must've ran over a rock or something because three of our tires are busted." We let out of sighs of exasperation as we threw our arms up in the air.

"What are we gonna do NOW!" I screamed out angrily, "you promise we could get home in time. Now what am I supposed to say?"

"Niall calm down mate it'll be fine," Louis said putting his arm around my shoulder but I shrugged him off, pulling my coat tighter across my chest. There was a silence as everyone tried to think of what to do.

"I'm so so sorry Ni," Paul said his eyes pleading for a reaction. I ignored him completely as I mumbled a quick, "got to go" and stormed off down the snow speckled street. I am totally scrooged.