We all walked off stage. I was still buzzing about many things, the crowd, Harry, Our band singing, Harry, and even Harry. We were doing this cute dance together. I think we're a perfect match. Almost as perfect as him.
There was actually a fan holding up a Narry sign. Her and I are basically best friends now. Some signs commented on Harry's hair. His glorious locks that I want to touch. His curls that I want to run my fingers through if he were to put his head in my lap. Man, I'd like that. I basically worship each curly strand on his head. Like, who wouldn't?
I scare myself at times. I mean, I obsess over my best mate. Like, really obsess. My room back in Mulingar is a work of art.
Honestly, this is hard work. Keeping up with online stuff, staring at Harry, writing about Harry, thinking about Harry, singing, writing songs about Harry, laughing with Harry, being a member of a boyband and being sexy. This is truly tough to manage.
I bump into someones back with an oomf, which brings me out of my thoughts.
"Might wanna watch where you're going." Harry chuckled and ruffled my hair.
He's taller than me. That's hot.
I blush and nod, racing to my bunk.
A/N:
Short prologue but there it is. I haven't written in pov in a while and this will mainly be told from Niall's with an occasional view from Harry.
HOLY FUCK IT HAS BEEN FOREVER. THIS IS MY MAIN FOCUS.
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Biggest Fan (Narry)
FanfictionThere is a boy band. One that is quite big. Along with everyone else I am a huge fan. My case is only a tad different. I am Niall Horan. Someone with adoring girls (and some boys). I happen to be one of them. No, I do not obsess over myself. That w...
