It Started With A Text Message

Three

A/N: I'm Sorry because I'm not updating this fanfic for ages and sorry for the cover it sucks LOL but Here it is guys <3

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I woke up 9 am after turning shutting the fuck up of that shitty shrieking alarm clock. And I checked my phone. It’s still the same as I left it before I went to sleep. So basically, it’s on my last conversation with Harry.

ME: when r u going to hook me up with Niall doe?

HARRY: Niall?! As in NIALL HORAN OF ONE DIRECTION? THE FAMOUS NIALL HORAN? OMG! THIS IS SO TWITTABLE Lels xx

ME: yup.

My eyes grew wider in shock! What did I just said? Hook up with Niall Horan? The famous Niall Horan? Niall Horan of One Direction? My stomach did a major back flip. Shit! I texted it to Harry and Harry is in One Direction and Niall Horan is One Direction so both of them are in One Direction and they are band mates and most of all they are the best mates! Jesus!

I jolted up in bed and hurried myself inside the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and went downstairs to meet my mom and greet her ‘Good morning’ while she’s preparing some breakfast. I ate a bowl of choco puffs, I have a sweet tooth :3.

* ME: wen r u going to hook me up with Niall doe?*

* ME: wen r u going to hook me up with Niall doe?*

* ME: wen r u going to hook me up with Niall doe?*

The images kept on replaying inside my head. Hook up with Niall Horan? Fuck! Why would I even do that in the first place?

*Well the answer to that question is you have a terrible crush on Niall when the day you laid your eyes on him.*

My subconscious answered. Well, she is right I have a huge crush on that fucking cunt since the day I saw him in Harry’s stepdad’s flat when I’m having a one week vacation in England. Isn’t he cute? With his natural brunette hair dyed blonde always styled in a spike, his blue eyes that reminds me of the sea, the blueness of it that calms the shit out of my ass. And his fucking mind blowing Irish accent! God! I’m fangirling over my best friend’s best mate. Sounds so ironic right?

“Why are blushing? You’re as red as a tomato.” My mom asked. And I also noticed it because I saw my reflection at the back of my spoon.

“Uhm. Nothing mom.” I replied.

“C’mon I’m your mother and you can’t hide anything from me.” She winked.

“Okay. Okay.” I said while throwing my arms in the air.

“What is it?” she asked once again while taking a bite of her toast.

“I have a fucking huge crush on Niall Horan.” I blurted out and I think I am blushing like some shitty kind of red tomato.

“Language Steff!” My mom scolded me. And her eyes grew wider and a smile crept into her face. She’s smiling like an idiot, really. “NIALL HORAN? NIALL HORAN OF ONE DIRECTION? THE FAMOUS NIALL HORAN?”

After eating, I went upstairs to waste time.