Her Name Was Marty (Niall Horan)

Her Name Was Marty {book one}

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They say that when disaster strikes, the closest to you feel it first. Your heart will skip a beat and thud against your chest until it hurts. When your world starts to fall apart, you will feel it.

It all started in a coffee shop, at midnight. My thoughts racing after yet another argument with my boyfriend, hood pulled up to cover my striking red hair, to hide away my familiar face against the shadows of the fabric. The last thing I needed was yet another awkward fan experience without my make-up and eyes red from crying that would circulate the weekend’s papers. I didn’t need that.

I ordered the coffee, it was made in seconds and then I made my way to a booth, warming winter-cooled fingers on the warmth of the cardboard cup, blowing cool air onto the liquid and taking a sip, even if it scalded my tongue.

Then my phone buzzed.

I expected it to be the all-too familiar apology texts that I knew I would get twenty minutes after leaving the flat. But, it wasn’t him. It was my sister.

I clicked the accept call icon, pulling the phone to my ear as she began to scream profanities down the phone, my head reeling from an unexpected phone call at this time of the night. When she’s usually working at this time of the night.

I couldn’t comprehend the words. I didn’t understand a thing. All I knew was that it couldn’t be true. Something that I did not know the existence of could not now be all over the internet, all over Twitter, all over the world for anyone to stumble upon.

It could not happen.

I clicked end, my coffee had finally reached drinking temperature, I wished for nothing than to pause time, but it had all begun spiralling out of control, more texts, calls, my phone was blockaded with people wondering if it were me, or asking me how I could be such an idiot.

I was still asking that same question myself.

Was it me? Did they get the wrong person?

Why was I stupid enough to put my trust into the wrong person?

That is how Marty Alexander, the girl who just wanted to make it in the world, to make an impact with her music, had too much fame to handle.

“Hullo?”

“Marty, this is Peter.” There’s a pause. “I just got sent a video by the executive producers. Please tell me this is not you.”

I’m silent, Peter, my manager. He was my manager because a record label had seen my potential, and only a short, blissful months of recording an album, here my manager was, asking me if this was the end of my career.

“I can’t.” My voice cracks halfway through speaking, the silence around me, the silence of a street and the silence of my manager makes me wonder if time has finally stopped, allowing me to catch-up, to really think through everything that is happening. But life never stops, and I have to answer. “I don’t know. I didn’t know he had a camera.”

“Well, it certainly looks like you.” He scoffs, “What the hell were you thinking Marty? This is everywhere!”

That is how Marty Alexander’s sex tape was released to the world, and her chaos began. 

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hiii! 

Well this is my new story, the first story of the series. 

I'm really excited to write a Niall story again after Dance With Me + One More Night!

Also, a quick point, just because this story is central around a sex tape getting leaked, it does not mean that there is going to be any smut in this story. bc you've come to the wrong story if that's what you're looking for. 

I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless- please vote and comment :)

byeee!