Her Name Was Marty (Niall Horan)

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“Aren’t you Niall Horan?” Niall and I freeze, I immediately look at the source of the voice, a young woman was watching him star-struck over the counter. Niall seems lost at what to do, either he answers with a lie and be caught out, because there’s no doubt in her eyes that he is Niall Horan, or he admits that it is him and risk being asked for a picture or something, giving internet proof that he’s out here and we’ll be caught in a paparazzi firing in moments.

“Uh… yeah.” He answers, and then thanks her as she places pieces of bacon on his plate. After walking away awkwardly, I pretend that I’m not there with him, getting myself a full-English breakfast and walking towards the fruit, grabbing some pineapple before walking back towards him and sitting down.

“You don’t think it’ll get leaked that I’m here, do you?” Niall asks quietly, looking sadly down at his plate. I shrug, because honestly, I have no idea the amount of buzz that Niall can create, so who knows if his location has already been released to the public.

Then it began, and I knew that we'd already been found out, even when Niall tried to convince himself otherwise. 

First a few texts that Niall swiftly ignored, not even checking what they said, and after seeing my worried features, he assured me that his phone is normally this busy on a weekday. Then a phone call here and there, before long, Niall’s phone resembled mine that day when the tape was released, and finally, Niall decided to look at it.

“Oh crap.” He swears, and then shows me the first texts he’d seen, from Harry Styles no less, asking him if the rumors were true that he was in Antigua all by himself. Then at that moment, Harry texted again asking Niall if he was okay after their phone call the other night. “I think they know I’m here.”

“What about me?” I ask.

“Well I think you’d be mentioned in the texts if they knew we were here together.” He laughs, “Looks like we’re all clear. Hopefully the hotel has good enough security that no one will be sneaking into the hotel to get pictures of me.”

“Maybe you should go talk to them?” I suggest, and he nods, finishing off the last of his breakfast before telling me that he’ll meet me in the room later.

I return to our hotel room alone, wondering just how much Niall is freaking out about his leaked location. I decide to turn on my own phone, reading through texts from my sister, asking me to call her just to assure her that I was okay, other friends who wanted to know if I was alright, and of course, I had missed calls off my best friend, Abigail.

As if just thinking about her had summoned her, Abigail’s face appears on my phone as I receive a call.

“Hello?” I answer, unsure of the reception that I’m going to receive from her, and I’m confused when I hear a laugh in response. “Abby?” I try again, and then she sighs.

“Sorry, honestly I hadn’t expected you to answer so I’m a little shocked.” She pauses, “Marty! I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you!” My best friend sounded like her cheery self as she bombarded me with questions, and then her voice went dreamy as she told me all about her and Isaac.

“So now we’re in America and-“

“You?” I question, “You’re in America?” She repeats herself again, but I can’t help but feel weirded out picturing my best friend travelling the world as her boyfriend’s band’s groupie. She was travelling the world, the girl who had yet to find what made her tick in life, whilst my dream of touring the world was something she was literally living. Why couldn’t I have dated Isaac and she could’ve gotten herself into my scandal?