One Direction - One Shots [Requests are On-hold]

Niall Horan

Niall Horan One Shot!

Niall Horan.

He actually followed me on twitter.

I screamed very loud.

Still screaming, I hopped up and down on the bed – my way of expressing joy. Don’t even bother questioning me because I don’t even know the reason.

Knock. Knock.

The knocks on the door stopped me from my fangirl scream.

“Who is it?” I asked, a bit curious.

“Honey, you okay?” Outside, I heard my father’s voice filled with worry. Uh-oh, I must’ve wakened him up. Did I really scream that loud?

And to add the fact that my parent’s room is like a gazillion miles away from my room.

Note the sarcasm, my friend.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, dad. I just- fell off from my bed but—I’m fine, yeah. I’m fine.” I stammered, which was half-true by the way. I did fall off from my bed when dad knocked. He startled me.

But the smile didn’t fall off from my cheeks.

“Okay, then. Be careful next time.”

I heard footsteps slowly faltering. My dad must’ve gone downstairs by now.

I quickly staggered to where my laptop is.

@IrishGirl: Hi Niall, thanks for the fan!

Shit!

Why did I type that?

Shit! I must’ve confused twitter to wattpad since their tabs are next to each other.

Double Shit!

Why of all people?!

@NiallOfficial:  Haha xD. You’re welcome, love. Thanks for fanning back too!

I guess he went along with it.

@IrishGirl: What I meant was, thanks for following me! Sorry xx

I waited for his reply.

But he hadn’t. Uh-oh.

@IrishGirl: I’m a fan of yours Niall (: All of 1D actually. ^_^ Hope I didn’t scare you off.

I gulped.

I really hope I didn’t.

After 15 minutes..

He didn’t reply. ):

Did I really scare him off? ):

My stomach growled. I’m hungry. I scampered to the kitchen and rummaged the fridge. On my way back, I held in my hands a platter of cookies and a glass of milk.

I gobbled up the food I bought.

Ah, food – it’s amazing how it can cease my sadness for a little while.

After 5 minutes..

I’m bored eating.

Maybe I should check my twitter for a while.

When I looked at my computer, I saw something unexpected.

My jaw dropped to the ground.

@NiallOfficial: Sorry, lads and I played. How would a beautiful girl like you scare me off?

OMG.

Niall Horan.

He called me BEAUTIFUL. How cool is that?!

HOLY BISCUITS!!!!

I’m going to faint.

But no, I cannot faint now since he and I are now communicating.

Instead, I screamed.

At the very top of my lungs.

“Shut up, will you?!” My brother shouted as he stomped his feet to my room.

What’s his problem?

I gave him a quizzical look.

“What’s your problem?” I asked innocently.

“I can’t sleep with you screaming! Have you forgotten that my room was just next to yours?!” he bellowed, as-a-matter-of-factly.

Oh right.

I didn’t respond. But I did give him a peace sign.

I saw his shoulders dropped. Phew! At least that cooled him off.

He crossed his arms. “Why were you screaming anyway?”

“Niall. Followed. Me. Twitter.” I emphasize those words one by one, making sure he heard it clearly.

“Oooo. 1/5 of one direction, eh?”

I nodded.

“He follows everyone on twitter! Idiot!”

With that, he left me on my room.

I don’t give a damn what he just said.

“And don’t even think about screaming again!” he shouted faintly, probably on his room now.

I giggled.

I checked my laptop again.

And sure enough, there was another message from Niall.

@NiallOfficial: Hey, still there? I think I’m the one who scared you off. ):

Oh Niall. You’re so cute. ^_^

@IrishGirl: Sorry. (: By the way, what made you follow me?

@NiallOfficial: Easy. I found a beautiful creature. I follow.

@IrishGirl: Oh stop it, you.

 Our conversation lasted when heavy eyelids visited me.

@IrishGirl: Hey Niall, gonna hit the hay now. Sleepy ^_^ Night.

@NiallOfficial: Oh. Well, good night then. Sweet dreams, beautiful.

@IrishGirl: Thanks. You too. (:

With that, I signed off.

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“Hey, Lyka!” Jenny, my friend, pulled me back to reality. I felt a tear fall down on my cheek. I deliberately wiped it off with the back of my hand.

“Sorry, where were we?” I asked uncertainly.

“The part when your brother entered the scene.”

“Right..” I trailed off, processing in my mind on what to say next. I sighed heavily.

“That’s how we met.”