Wheelchair Girl (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Quick note, the only reason the story is PG-13 is because I plan to curse a little... or a lot... but the scenes won't get too racy. unless you want them to, you dirty people ;P enjoy! (or not, it doesn't matter at this point but it would be better if you did so if you did tell me below and this is too many words for a side comment so enjoy or not as i said before) OH! and I NEVER mean to offend anyone at all, in case that is relevant! 

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    "OUCH! that huuuuurt, Purple!" complained Louis the next day. I was trying to disguise the most popular boy band at the moment so we could go to Sports Authority. Why, you ask? Well, the boys forgot to mention the first stop of tour would be in Georgia. In summer. At a water park. Not the most accessible place for me, but I hoped to fit the part of normal-teen-best-day-ever status to the best of my ability. Hence, we go to shop for a bikini. But, when your with boys, you can't go to the mall, so we compromised on a more manly store.

      It was supposed to be Liam and I, but then Niall immediately wanted to join in (probably the same reason he made a move last night, I was on to that boy...) then Harry decided to go, since I might need help (which I wouldn't, but he's still in protective brother mode, he seems to think I am 5) and Louis saw us disguising ourselves and wanted to dress up too, and Zayn was all like, "YOLO!" (not really) so we were all getting dressed to look normal. How simple. Not.

       Harry currently looked like an Italian mobster, and Niall apparently thought gelling your hair up was very "normal American teen". Zayn's hair was too tall, and Louis was too squirmy as I tried to undo his suspenders (not in a sexy way, may I add, though Harry was giving me a glare). Liam looked pretty normal, but I would need to tell him to tone it down with all the color.

     A full hour later, we were completely ready and walking towards Sports Authority. The boys were pulling on their clothes a bunch, but once we walked in they immediately stopped and tried to act casual. Harry plopped a basket on my lap and Liam started pushing me, quite fast, but with the ultra smooth floors it was exhilarating. We rolled over to the surfing stuff, who knows why, and Louis started excitedly putting things into the basket. I notice the usual stares from passerby (what an odd word, passerby) but since I'm in a silly mood, I whisper to Louis and Harry, "Lets make this fun"

      "LOOK AT THE GREEN, HEROLD! ITS PINK!" I holler, attracting even more stares. Most sympathetically look away, but others move closer, trying to be inconspicuous. 

     "YOU SEE, GEORGE? ITS WAVING HI! ITS UPSET AT YOU THOUGH GEORGE OR MAYBE JUST BARNEY!" I say making wild gestures to the other boys. They quickly catch along and Zayn almost bursts out laughing. Louis pats my head with a look you would give a 3 year old,

     "Yes, I see it Mindy, I believe it is Barney, lets go over there now away from the green!" he speaks slowly. Liam rolls me away, as I look around in amazement, and gestures to Niall and Zayn. Harry gives people looks, like "sorry, she's special"  and the audience go back to their everyday. We get to the other side of the store and burst out laughing.

     "Ah haha! They totally believed it! Best joke ever!" laughed Niall, with his signature chuckle. Louis sat on my lap and gave me a hug, as Harry looked on with a joking glint in his eye.

     "How about... THIS ONE!?" shouted Louis. We were now finally in the bathing suit section and Louis was holding out a bikini with a neon green ruffly top and a spongebob bottom. Classy. I shook my head as he put it back.

    "What about this?" grinned Niall. He held up the skimpiest bathing suit I've ever seen, certainly not large enough to cover my C cups (or my nipples) or my private part. I nod with mock enthusiasm, laughing at how his eyes light up with real excitement. Someone's been having wet dreams. Harry let out a stern NO and wheeled me over to a different aisle, mumbling about how I promised to keep it PG-13 and I am NOT Niall's personal lingerie model. I am laughing like a mad woman. This adds to the effect of my prank before, as I got stares from the same people.

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    I eventually got a bathing suit, it had an orange top that looked like a sports bra and a dark green bottom. We had to go directly to the park for sound check, so I went to the toilet of the bus and put on the suit, covering it with a short flowy cardigan that was grey with some see through white tulle stuff on the bottom. Anyway, it was pretty. I threw my hair into a high ponytail and put on loads of waterproof mascara and was ready to go. my hair was naturally wavy, which added to the beachy effect and made the purple in it stand out even more.  I grabbed my bag and went out to the living space, ready to be rolled out to the lovely, dirty, hard to access water park.

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      The boys were doing a sound check, as I was given permission to go off myself. Armed with a map, cell phone, money, and ID, I rolled around the food court area, watching all the children eating their fried foods and run off to a new attraction. I caught my eye on an airbrush tattoo station, and sped over. I love airbrush tattoos, Dad won't let me get anymore real tattoos. I politely told the woman what I wanted and she started going to work.

      "Your the first girl today who didn't want a 1D tattoo, you a fan?" she asked

     "Well, actually I-"

      "OHMIGOD! Are you Harry Styles' sister? The one who was ran over by a bus last year?" squealed a 14 year old girl in an over-sized One Direction shirt. Is that was tabloids were saying about me? Coming up with lies about my wheelchair? WAIT... I was IN tabloids?

     "Well, no, I was not hit by a bus, I am Harry's STEP-sister though," I replied. Mind as well get it out in the open, right?

     "Oh," the girl responded, slightly confused, "C-can I get a picture? You so strong!" 

     "Well... I guess," I replied hesitantly. I really didn't see how I was strong. This girl doesn't even know my name! I would have to tell Harry later that he needed to clear up rumors with the tabloids. rumors are annoying. I took the picture, then heard a sudden blast from a speaker, signaling the concert area open. Here we go.

(HARRY'S POV)

      "Shot me out of the sky, your my kryptonite!" I belted. I looked around at all the fans in the crowd, and felt a rush of adrenaline. I loved performing, and all the girls were in bikinis! Bonus!  I looked over at Niall, who was currently looking at Kristal, probably the 5th time I've caught him doing so. I don't know what, but something came over me when we stepped on the tour bus. I've seen all the boys give her look that was a little too friendly if you ask me. Not to be a prude, but she is my my little stepsister. She seems so tiny from where we're standing, and I know if I let one of the boys date her, her tiny heart will end up broken.

     I run over to Niall and grab his shoulder, pulling him over with me to sing the chorus. Kristal is blushing and I give both of them a look. I'll deal with this after the show.

(NIALL'S POV, AFTER DINNER)

     We were all sitting on the couch watching episodes of Cake Boss, Kristal was leaning slightly on my shoulder. Her perfect hair cascaded down my chest, and I could hear her light breathing, she was about to fall asleep. I soon got lost in my own thoughts. Does she like my back? Would Harry be okay with me dating his little sister? Could I date her?

     "Man, man, Niall!" whispered Harry. I looked around, approaching reality. Everyone else left for bed except Kristal, Harry, and me. "I need to talk to you, you like Kris, don't you?" he interrogated. My stomach dropped. Was it that obvious? He didn't sound too happy, but I gave a sheepish nod and he stepped a bit closer, slightly intimidating. "Well, you better stop that soon. She's 16, a small 16 for that and MY little stepsister. She's not ready for a serious relationship with a guy who won't be around half the time, and if you break her heart, it won't go down well," he stooped lower to pick her up, she is incredibly light, and carried her off my shoulder and into bed. 

     I was in shock. I have never seen Harry so upset before. It just made me realize how much I really did like Kristal, though. I want to protect her. I want to prove I won't break her heart. I want to feel her presence every night. I want to be the one to carry her to bed. I want Kristal, and I am going to get her.

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