Paul's Assistant

A Day In The Life Of Niall Horan

A/N

OH MAH GAWD!!!

THIS CHAPTER IS SO FREAKING LOOONNGG!!!

It literally took me ALL DAY to write It! I'm not exaggerating! I left my room ONCE to get some Doritos! THATS IT!!! Well, I kinda owe you guys. It's been a while and I was kinda bitchy in the last note...

Well, anywhooza... This is Niall's chapter. ONLY NIALL! It goes back to when Louis left to go pick up Emma. Next chappie is Zayn, then I'll go back to Emma. Kay? Kay.

Now, before you get SUPER confused, let me explain something. Niall has an imaginary friend, ME! *readers give the 'wtf' look* Oh shut up and deal with it! I'm Niall's imaginary friend, and yes he is fully aware that I'm in total control of his life.

Well, before you die of boredom, may I present to you... CHAPPIE EIGHT!!!

Chapter Eight:

A Day In The Life Of Niall Horan

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Niall's POV

I watched as Louis left the house. He told us that he had some errands to run and I'm starting to wonder if those "errands" have anything to do with that phonecall from Paul.

I was alone... Well, not technically. Liam was in the kitchen making some tea, Hazza was in the shower, and Zayn was asleep on the couch.

Soooo bored... What to do... What to do... LIGHTBULB!!!

I went off into the kitchen and grabbed a cup when Liam wasn't looking. I then took the cup and snuck off into my room. I quietly opened the door to the bathroom between mine and Harry's room.

Haha... This is what you get for taking my sandwich.

I listened to Harry singing in the shower. I was jumpinh around the bathroom trying my hardest not to laugh... I'm being honest when I say I probably looked like a retarded seal.

I ran over to the toilet and flushed it. "AAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Harry screamed.

I ran over to the sink and filled it with cold water. Harry had turned of the water and was now drying off. "You little irish bastard!" He shouted.

I then splashed the freezing water all over him and dashed out of the bathroom. I could hear his girlish screams as I tried to find a hiding spot. LIGHTBULB NUMERO DOS!!!

I ran past the kitchen and into the living room where Zayn had been so peacefully napping... He partook in the sandwich stealing scandal...

As revenge I quickly ruffled Zayn's quiff and ran into the large closet connected to the living room.

I covered myself in clothes and stood on a box of Louis suspenders so my feet couldn't be seen.

I heard Harry run into the closet just as heard the front door open... Louis is home.

I notice that Harry didn't bother to put any clothes on. "I know your hiding spot you dumbass leprechaun." He tore the clothes away from me.

I heard Zayn shout "MY HAIR!!!" and I chuckled.

But I started feeling really uncomfortable standing this close to my naked bandmate. "HARRY! PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES ON!!!" I shouted, hoping that Daddy Direction would hear and come save me.

I slipped away from Harry and got into the living room.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

There was a girl standing in our living room. She was one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. Her straight black hair ran down to the middle of her back and her bright teal eyes peirced mine.