That Girl [ One Direction fan fiction ]

Where it started

A/N:

here goes my first ever effin story....

Bare with my typos , coz this author's crazy (in call me maybe tune)

See how crazy she is??..haha

Anyway, I'll be updating every week but if destiny would find a way I can update more..

So yeah, please VOTE and COMMENT!!   *wink*wink*

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**Niall's POV

Reminiscing all those good times might be difficult but I would like to share what happened before that girl left.

That girl bumped into me and slowly made a way through my heart...

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"That guy is something!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yeah, London almost won there. But that guy just ran past our bet." I stated while I was trying to get a handful of popcorns from the box that I'm holding but then I noticed that there's nothing in the box now.

"Hey mate, I'll just go get a new box of popcorn." I informed him, getting up from my seat.

"Go on hungry caveman!" Harry grinned, raising his right hand to shoo me away.

I got up from my seat which is on the front row. Then I started walking to the direction of the popcorn stall. So basically, Harry is the only one with me in this stadium right now coz the other lads didn't feel like watching the olympics today. A smile started to form on my face just remembering Lou's face. He was sleepy as hell, I can see it on his face but he still had the energy to whine about how he can't go with his Hazza bear and that if he won't go, Harry might replace him with me. Then, Larry Stylinson will be over. I really do have some weird and childish frie--

**BAM!** I was cut off with my thoughts. Then I fell on the floor. I got so engrossed with my thoughts that I didn't pay attention on my way. This man that I bumped into must bd really big coz I was thrown hard on the floor. I was about to stand when the one I got bumped into offered a hand.

"Sorry for that, let me help you up." the deep but sweet voice said. A voice of a man, I guess? But the hand in front of my eyes doesn't look like a man's hand.  

I reached for this hand and when I managed to stand up I wasn't expecting to see a girl. Her dark hair in a braid, deep dark eyes, her nose wasn't like those of a British but I find it cute and her lips fitted the shape of her face. Her complexion is slightly tanned which fits her perfectly. I can't trace any make-up on her face. She was wearing a pink sweater, black leggings and a white doll shoe. She's beautiful in her own simple way. 

"It's rude to stare, you know." she spoke in her manly voice while smirking. Yes, a voice of a man and she has no accent. I can't even trace any American accent ora British accent when she spoke.

I blushed. 

"Oh, sorry. Its just that I don't usually meet someone like you here in London." I trailed off.

"Ofcourse, coz I'm an alien!" she smirks while making faces, which made me laugh so hard at it. I was literally ROFL which I think caused her to laugh too.

"So we laugh at no-no-nothing!" she sing-songed in between her laughs. Her laugh sounds so cool, it doesn't sound anything girly.

We were starting to calm down when a guy, sitting 5 seats away from where we are standing, called her. The guy looks so familiar. Wait, let me dig deeper inside my brain. Oh! It's that guy who won the sprint earlier, the same guy who defeated our bet.

"Hey sissy!! Stop flirting, give me my water now!" he shouted jokingly with a smirk and eyes in our direction . 

"Pssh. Flirting my ass." she shouted back, throwing the water bottle to the guy. The guy managed to catch the bottle and smirked.

"Oh I forgot, you don't know how to flirt" then the guy laughed evilly.

"Tell that to someone who cares!", the girl stated and then she poked her tongue out. The guy did the same. They were like that for about half a minute, just stucking their tongues out at each other. Why am I surrounded with childish minds, they are just so hilarious. GOSH! Now they're making faces. Their faces.. I can't.. I can' t hold my...

"HAHAHAHAHA!", I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach.

The girl turned to face me with her confused look.

"If you could only see your face!" I managed to speak while catching my breath.

She pouted.

"You're just jealous of this face." she placed her right hand just under her chin, emphasizing her point.

"I mean seriously, both of you are so hilarious. Those chil--" I was cut off by another call of that guy.

"Sissy, sissy, sissy! I need a helping hand here." he said flatly. 

The girl turned her head to the direction of the guy and then she turned to face me again.

"I better go now. BTW, I'm so sorry for bumping on you."

I just nodded and smiled. She smiled too then turned her back on me and walked away.

I was already on my seat when I remembered that I wasn't able to get the name of that hilarious girl.

"Nice one Niall" I mumbled under my breath.

"You saying something mate?" Harry asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's about the girl that I just met but I forgot to ask for her name. You know what's weird about this girl mate? She has a voice like those of a man and s--" I wasn't able to finish my sentence coz Harry interrupted.

"Wooohh! Go London!!!" Harry screamed, cheering a runner from London.

"Haha. You're not even listening." I said and then gigled.

"What?" he asked.

"Abou--"

"LONDON!!!! You're the best!"

See how supportive my friend is? Hahaha