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Paige's flat was gorgeous! She had moved to Mullingar, and her new flat was huge! It was also really comfy looking. There was a plush carpet, and a big couch. Next to the couch was a loveseat.
"Oooh, Paigeykins, who's your lover boy?" I asked flirtasiously, nudging her.
"NO! I do NOT have a boyfriend yet, loser. Just a crush."
"And his naaaame?" Jess butted in.
"Greg, Greg Horan. He's so cute! He has short brown hair, and has a little, like, I dunno, stubble under his chin."
Jess' POV:
Greg. Horan.
"Bellaboo?" I asked tentaviley, my voice shaking a little. " Can you get me a bottle of water?"
"Sure?" She sounded confused, but I had to talk to Paige in private.
"Paige! DOES. HE. HAVE. A. LITTLE. BROTHER?!"
"Yeah, he does! He's such a cutie, and he's about your age! Oooh! I should hook you up!" She babbled.
"What's his name?" I asked cautisously.
"Nell? Nile? Niall, I think."
Crap. Crap crappitty crap crap.
"Is Niall here in Ireland right now?"
"No, he's visiting his friend Harold or Harry or whatever down in the UK."
Bellas POV:
"No, he's visting his friend Harold or Harry or whatever down in the UK," Paige said. Couldn't possibly be my Harry, right?
"Paige? Can you tell me more about this kid who's visting a Harry down in the UK?" I asked.
"Um, sure? He's in a band, one step. One way? One direction? Something like that-"
I ran upstairs and threw myself onto the guest bed. I started sobbing into a pillow.
"Yay! Ireland." I thought sarcastically. Poo. I'd have to go back eventually, right?
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The Boy Next Door
FanfictionOnce upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Bella. She moved to the UK, next door to a superstar. And they lived happily ever after. Right? Wrong.
