Nothing More Than A Fan.
Sure, tons of people get friend-zoned, and that hurts like a motherfucker. And then there are the people that get fan-zoned, and you can't even imagine the pain that that causes. When you're in love with someone, and they don't love you back, is like laying down in grass, and feeling razor blades. My name is Cierra Hall, and yes, I am in love with Niall Horan. It does sound pretty stupid, but its really hard not to fall in love with him. Imagine the most beautiful, funny, smart, quick-witted, dorky, quirky boy in front of you; and he was absolutely perfect; he made you laugh when you really, really didn't want to. He saved your life. Wouldn't you fall for him, too? Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, I am Cierra Hall, and I am seventeen, I am funny, smart, and creative; to you. I am nothing more than a fan to Niall Horan.
CHAPTER 1
I listen to my best friend, Lyric, talk on, and on, and on about The Janoskians, some group of YouTubers. She literally never shuts up about them. I grab my laptop and open up the Twitter and Tumblr tabs that were already open. Every Directioner was talking about Niall Horan and Victoria's Secret model, Barbara Palvin. I immediately felt a pang of hurt in my chest. It really, really hurts to be in love with someone that doesn't love you back. Hurts even more if you can't even, like, know them on a personal level...? Like, um, if you get friend-zoned, at least you get to spend time with them, and talk to them, and hug them; comfort them when they're sad. But, if you're like me, you're in love with a fucking famous guy, the closest you ever get to them, is through a god damn computer screen, or if you're lucky, a meet and greet. I so fricking wish my life was a fanfiction. Of course, my life would start off the same; poor, poor girl who is in love with Niall Horan, but then she, like, meets him in Starbucks; they fuck in the bathroom, and fall in love. Well, guess what? My life is not a fanfiction, I'm not a Tumblr girl, I don't have an IPhone, I can't afford real Uggs, and I don't watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians. I'm an ugly little shit, I have a fucking slide phone, and I own a pair of fake, -very comfortable- Walmart Uggs. And, I have an obsession with Adventure Time and Doctor Who. I'm not an indie kid, or some fucking hipster, art freak that attends some fancy rich kid school. And, I have an un-dying hate for Society. Oh shit, in some ways, I am like the girls in fanfictions. Damn, I thought I was going on with a radical point here. Oh well...
"Are you even listening to me?" Lyric asked me.
"Yes, totally."
"Then what was I just talking about?" She asked, I rolled my eyes. Its always the SAME THING! How could I not know what she was talking about!?
"The Janoskians' "Talk Dirty To Me" Talk Dirty dance," I said simply. Lyric went to say something, but then, defeated, she shrugged her eyebrows and went back to fangirling about Luke and Jai. I love Lyric, I really, really do, she's my best friend, I'm stuck with her, and have grown to love her over time; but she can be pretty fucking annoying. But, like I said, I love her. But shes still fucking annoying.
