More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

author's note »

Hello, guys! How are you? I'm here again, with another story. And I am already thanking you if you're reading this and I hope you'll still read this until the end. By the way, another thank you if you have read my Moments even though it was a common story and it's not that nice, as well. Lol.

Now, here's the very first chapter of More Than This. Comment and/or vote, please? And of course, enjoy reading. :)

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Niall's POV

"Can I ask a favor, mate?" Someone ―which I automatically know is one of my teammate― asks me from behind while I am busy rummaging my locker, impatiently looking for any comfortable shirt to wear right now.

I'm inside the football team's own locker room. Actually, I have just finished taking a shower ―I'm still wet and shirtless right now― after our football practice the whole afternoon. No, I didn't skip any class. I don't do that. It just happened that I was excused by our coach for a practice for the upcoming friendly game against other schools next week. As you could see, I love this sport so much. And fortunately, I'm officially a member of the club, still a rookie but at least I get to play every game. Other than this, I'm also a member of the school choir. I love singing, you know. Good thing, and so far, I don't have conflicts with the two clubs I'm joining. And I'm aware that these are enough for me to be known in our school. Oh, please don't misunderstand me by this, I'm not being arrogant here. I'm just saying. I don't really need a lot of attention, anyway. But thank you for the recognition, though.

I carelessly look at the one who approaches me. "Hey, Marc!" I smile at him then go back from what I was doing earlier. Where is that damn shirt of mine? "What can I do for you, mate?" I ask him as I finally found it dumped on the very corner part of my locker. At last. I then put it on. Now, I'm feeling better but I really should hurry.

I remember my best friend is waiting for me outside. How could I just forget about it? Oh, god. I'm such a terrible best friend to Thalia. I always keep her waiting. I don't know why, I don't know how but it happens all the time. Even if I don't and wont mean to. But the best thing about her is that she keeps waiting still and never complaining. I swear to God, I'm not taking advantages of it and of her patience. It just it, though. But I always make sure that I'll keep it up to her. That's why I love her so much. She's the best. And I'll make sure that one day, she wont wait anymore.

"Can you help me to your best friend?" He asks, smiling ever so lightly or rather shyly at me. Uhm, no. I wont help you. I say mentally.

"What?" I gulp, looking at him with furrowing brows.

My good friend, Marc, is literally in front of me right now, asking for some help because he has a crush towards Thalia. Their story is actually ironic.

Here, listen.

Thalia liked Marc so much when we were still in our 8th grade. I could still remember that Thalia fangirled over him ―a lot― every time they'd be near each other or even just when she'd see him from a far. Marc was aware of it though, yet he didn't feel the same way but he kept on flirting with her, doing nice things to her and being near her. He was making Thalia hope for him, I should say. And I was right. So one day, I approached him and frankly told him to stop what he was doing because he's making Thalia's hopes high and I couldn't stand it. And I got a straight to the point answer. He said he couldn't like my best friend back because he was liking someone else. I knew I couldn't make him love my best friend so I told him to stay away. And he did.