My Life {Niall Horan Fanfic.}

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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Ellie's Point of View

"How long were you listening to me?" I ask. I'm a bit scared 'cause he might have recorded the whole thing.

"Ever since you started" Niall smirks.  "I'm sorry you had to hear that horrible noise" I apologize. "What horrible noise?" Niall asks. "Me singing". "What? You weren't horrible! You're an amazing singer", Niall rambles on and on about how good of a singer I am. "Thanks" I smile.

I know he's only lying. People say I'm a good singer just to make me happy.

I think I'm a horrible singer.

Wait no, scratch that.

I'm know I'm a horrible singer!

I only sing 'cause it makes me do things quicker. It's a bit weird but it works.

"Did you record that?" I ask hoping he'll say no. "Yup!" He states popping the 'p'.

Oh no!

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and he turns on the video of me singing.

"My heart's a stereo,

It beats for you so listen close." I began.

"NIALL JAMES HORAN! TURN IT OFF, NOW!" I scream. "But your voice is so beautiful! I could listen to it all day!" He exaggerates.

"Niall, I sound like a dying cow. Turn it off before my mom wonders what's going on" I say more calmly.

"Make me" He smirks.

He wants this done the hard way, he'll get it done the hard way.

-9:00 pm-

"I've gotta go now. I'll see you tomorrow" Niall says as he heads over to the front door. "Bye Nialler" I say as I mess up his hair. "Nobody touches my hair" He warns and pushes my hand away. I laugh, "I love you! See you tomorrow". "Bye!" He yells and he runs home.

I shut the door and run up the stairs. I jump onto my bed.

I know I'm still wearing the same clothes I went to school with but I'm too lazy to get out of them.

My eyelids get heavy. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

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"It's goin' down, I'm yelling timber. You better move, you better dance" I sing as I get dressed into a white jumper that has a moustache on it, black leggings and Vans.

I don't get why people have obsessions with moustaches.

Yeah they're cool and all but it would be a bit strange if you went around with a fully grown moustache above your lips.

I think I should move on from this subject.

Anyways...

"Shibby" Jacob says as he walks into my room.

Shibby?

Shibby?

Hilary.

Hilary, my older sister, has an obsession with the word 'shibby'. I don't know why, go ask her yourself.

"Jacob, who says that word?" I ask. He points his index finger at me.

Me?

Why me?