Mistake. -Niall Horan Fanfic-

Uncomfortable

"So, Niall, tell us, are you dating Barbara Palvin?" The interviewer asked the blonde.

I saw Niall gulp... Was he?

"Er... We're uh, working things up.. So, you can eh call that dating I guess." He replied looking around nervous.

I made an 'oh' sound.

"Alright! Congrats, was about time." The interviewer said to Niall with a toothed smile. He just smiled uncomfortably.

I turned the TV off.

I was about to stand up, but my phone's screen showed a message.

I looked at the screen, it said: Unknown.

Uhm.

Unknown: Sup it's me !.x

I looked at the screen confused, not sure who it was. I gave my number to more than 2 lads.

That, made me sound like a slut. I always screw things up don't I?

Me: uh, is it Anthony?.xx

I typed unsure.. I hope it REALLY it's him.

If it's not then it'll be real awkward.

I got a reply. Fingers crossed.

Unknown: uh no , it's niall

I literally just slapped myself. Not did I just embarrass myself, but I made myself look like a slut! Can this get any more embarrassing?

Me: Psh, i know that.. I was just joking haha

Niall: Yeh sure do u want to skype ?

Me: Suuure!

Niall Horan wants to Skype with me. Is this some kind of dream?

I pushed those thoughts aside and went to my desktop, I opened Skype and waited for Niall to call. What? He's the one who asked to Skype, not me.

My hands started to sweat, for some reason.

The blue screen popped up in my laptop, meaning a call fromantic the famous guy. I answered.

He was in the same room as earlier but in different clothing.

"Heyy, sup!" He said, waving at me. I smiled nervously and shrugged, "Just finished watching your interview." I laugh, remembering what happened

"Oh." Is all he says. I frown and secretly pinch my thigh. "Sorry, did I say something wrong?" I ask

He shakes his head furiously, "Oh no no, my apologies, I didn't mean to be rude just.. it was an.. uncomfortable interview."

My frown is still stuck on my face, "Oh? How so?" I ask, "You don't have to answer if you don't wanna."

He sighs, "I dunno why, but I feel like I trust you. Okay, so, I've never really had a girlfriend, and..and.. well, Modest! is paying Barbara Palvin, my supposedly girlfriend to, well, be my girlfriend. Only for more fame." He explains

I look shock, I couldn't believe it, they're paying that woman to portray as a fake person, basically. "That's awful! God, wish I could help you." I say, pity in my voice.

He's quiet for a few seconds but snaps his fingers, scaring me. "I know! You can actually help me! God, you're a genius!" He says to me

My eyes are wide open, "Say what now?"