Game On Horan! (All jokes aside, let's dance...)

Chapter 2

PREVIOUSLY:

All of a sudden there's a loud crash and the airbags explode in my face

What the hell?

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Your POV

There's only one thing that's going through my mind right know, I can't breathe! Who's the dingbat who invented airbags anyway???

"Tristan!!!" I managed to yell, as I tried, but failed, to push the airbags out of the way.

"Yah!?" I heard him yell back. I finally found the handle to the door and pushed it.

I literally fell out of the car and on to the road.

Ouch. That's going to leave a bruise.

"Oh my god are you ok?" I heard someone say as I got up and brushed off my jeans.

I look up to see this guy wit- you know what, I have better things to do then to describe a prissy popstar guy that I already know.

 It was the one and only...Niall Horan.

 Yay.

"I am so sorry! Harry and I were just going to a meeting and we weren't paying attention and-"

He continues to talk even though I'm not even listening. Honestly, I have more important things to think about! Man, poor Tristan he's going to ha-

Oh my god.

This is Michael's car. Oh man he is going to kill us-!

" I swear we will pay for the damages and buy you a-"

"Geez Niall, lay off her, you're not even letting her talk" the one he mentioned before, I suppose Harry (I don't bother to learn their names. To me, they're all just "right idiot".), said chuckling.

"Hello I'm Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you!" he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. Yup! I guess I was right before. Pretty impressive! For me, at least...

"Wattup! I'm (y/n) and that's Tristan! And you know talking nice to us won't make up for the fact that you totally wrecked our car, right?" I responded instantly, not even thinking. Oh well, my sass and sarcasm has no limit.

"A smartass we have here, huh?" he asked, taking on my challenge.

"You know it baby" I said winking, as Harry looked at me smiling.

"Do you have any idea what's going on here?" Niall asked Tristan.

"Sass fight" he replied like it wasn't weird at all. Tristan knows me the best. He's like a brother to me.

"Okay, okay! You win girlie!" he said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Hello??? Non weird people here waiting to get back to the point." Niall said, rolling his eyes .

"Oh puh-lease honey! You're anything but normal." I replied, smirking.

"Okay, enough." Tristan said, clearly worried about the predicament we were stuck in. What were we going to do about that?

"Listen. I called a tow- truck to pick up your car, and we'll pay for the damages and everything. Right Harry?" Niall asked.

"We'll?" He asked, smiling.

Niall proceeded to ignore him.

"Is there anything else we can do for you?" he asked. I'm guessing he wanted to go home or something. And fast.

"Well, we kind of need a ride home" Tristan spoke up. Which was very true, but, alas, created problems for me. Big problems.

"Tristan." I hissed, "Can I have a moment, please? A very important moment?"

"Sure" he replied, shrugging and walking over to where I was.

"I'm not going to hitch a ride with a bunch of sissy boybanders home!" I whisper-yelled at him.

"Well it's not like we have much of another choice" he replied.

"We can take the car ho- Oh." I stopped mid-phrase in realization.

"Exactly." he pointed out.

"But still, I would rather walk home then go with that pathetic excuse of a boyband and their-!"

"Hello? We can hear, you know...."Harry trailed off in the background.

Did they just hear that entire conversation?

Oops.

That has to be the 5th "Oops" today.

"Ok, we'll go with you" I said reluctantly.

We got into their car, and soon enough we were off.

"So... Um what's your name again?" Niall asked, while focusing his eyes on the road. You kind of had to do that when driving...

"(Y/n)" I replied, picking at the hem of my sweater (I did that a lot...). Usually, a lot of girls would be scared to death that they got into a car crash. But I'm not like other girls.

"(Y/n)? What kind of a name is (y/n)?" Niall asked.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, joining our very lovely conversation.

"Yeah?" Tristan asked, smirking.

Sending Tristan a death glare, I replied.

"Ok, so my names not Samantha or Serena! I hate my name, it's (y/n)! And if you call me anything other than that, I swear I will punch you so hard, you'll be begging for me to kill you" I spoke up honestly.

I smiled seeing Niall's horrified expression.

"What's a tiny thing like you going to do to me?" asked Harry, smirking.

I leaned over and punched Harry in the stomach. I guess it hurt because he immediately kneeled over and clutched his belly.

"Crap! Oh man! OW! Oh! Oh! My stomach!" he moaned, while Niall and Tristan died laughing.

"Next time, it would be best if you stayed quiet, Curly" I replied, smirking.

 Niall raised an eyebrow over at me through the rearview mirror, obviously amused by our conversation.

 "Curly?" he questioned incredulously, a hint of amazement in his tone. Amazement that he had met me, I suppose. Considering the fact that i'm awesome.

 "Um, I hate to interrupt, but I just realised something." Tristan spoke up suddenly, eyes wide as though he had come to a realisation of some sort (which he had).

 "What?" I questioned, drawing out my annoyed response. Tristan bit his lip and worriedly looked ahead at Niall.

 "They have no idea where we are going, because we never tell told them how to get there. We're basically driving in circles..." 

 I moaned. This was going to be  a looooonnnng car ride.

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 It was only when we pulled up into our apartment complex that Niall and I made the deal.

 (OKAY! So, if anyone is even still reading this story, I am SUPER SORRY! I've been away for forever (two years, to be specific) and that is completely unfair of me. Sorry to keep you waiting in the dark, but I think i'm back now. Even though i'm no longer really into One Direction, and my writing style had COMPLETELY changed since the last time I wrote,I don't think it's fair to abandon this story. So, please bear with me, and i'll try to make it better and lead us down a better path.

 Thanks!

 -Sadness)