Her Alias [Niall Horan]

6- Sam

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On the right: Yeah... Liam loves Niall, I love Niall. This is just perfect, I think it's adorable! :D I also think this song is PERFECT for this chapter, not to mention that I LOVE IT. I can just imagine a movie montage type thing of Sam running around in disguises, trying to hide and whatnot...

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SAM 

            The next morning when I come downstairs, what do I have to await me?

            The usual. My parents sitting in the kitchen with Jenny, eating breakfast… with another piece of news for me that’s not the normal.

            “We want you to take Jenny to the One Direction signing this afternoon in town.” Dad says, not looking up from whatever he’s working on.

            I freeze half way to my seat.

            They what? After what happened last year they’re still letting her go to those kinds of things? 

            “Mum!” I begin to protest. “You can’t be serious. Especially after-“ 

            “We all know what happened last year,” Jenny interrupts, shooting me a nasty glare. “But Mum and Dad agreed that I’m older now and can definitely handle myself better.” 

            I narrow my eyes at her before shifting my gaze to my parents.

            Dad doesn’t even seen to realize that the conversation is happening as Mum just guiltily avoids my gaze, pretending to focus on the omelet she’s cooking on the stove.

            “So it’s at about three,” Jenny continues, shoveling food into her mouth at a rapid pace. “So we should probably leave pretty soon so we don’t have to wait too long.”

            I glance at the clock to see that it’s about ten in the morning.

            “Either way we have to wait long,” I grumble, finally sitting down and angrily stabbing a piece of ham with my fork.

             That’s when it dawns on me. How can I go to this thing without Niall recognizing me? If what Liam says is true, if he really is looking for me, then he should be able to identify me in a heartbeat.

             I’m so screwed.

             “Can’t I just drop you off or something?” I ask, hoping I can so I don’t have to face the boys. So I don’t have to risk any of them besides Liam from recognizing me. 

             Mum instantly whips around with a fire in her eyes. Pointing a spatula at me with a hand on her hip, she says, “Sam. You yourself brought up what happened last year. You’re going to wait in that line with her and stick with her the whole way, no matter what.”