The Secret Rocker and the Pop-star (Niall Horan FanFic)

The Band

Dear Readers,

Thanks for reading and sorry for not updating in a while. Luv ya,

                                                                                                       Alex:)

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Recap:

"Hey, Mar, what time is it?" she asked,

"I don't know lemme get my phone."

Holy crap. I checked the time, it was 12:10, but thats not what I'm talking about. I put the password on my IPhone, and checked my YouTube. I got 1,000 subscribers since 5 minutes ago! How the heck did that happen? I checked the comments.

'Hey, tell Nialler I LOVE him!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Oh. No. He. Didn't.

Chapter 3

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Are you okay?"

"No. No I'm not okay."

"What's wrong?"

"That boy!!! He's whats wrong! He did this to me! Just look at it, its terrible!" I complained, handing her my IPhone.

"What boy?" she said, before looking at my phone.

"Oh my god! How'd you get all these- oh my god Niall helped. OH MY GOD, NIALL HORAN HAS A CRUSH ON MY BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Oh joy. This should be fun.

For the next hour, I sat there while she gave this big cheese speech about how I should've told her about Niall when I first saw him and that I should've told her to come over while he was pounding on my door. Basically her speech was filled with stuff I should've done.

"- and that is the story of how popsicles were invented." she finished.

"Wait, what?!"

"I knew it!!! You were all like 'Wait, I thought you were talking about me having to do stuff?' because you weren't paying attention because you thought I would keep going on about 'you, you, you' and then when you tuned back in you were like, 'wtc!?' 'cause I was changing the subject. I told you that story when the popsicle was invented for two reasons. I was testing you, and second, I just wanted to tell you that story."

"Katy, you need to talk less."

 "Well then! I guess this tells me how much you like my company!"

"Oh, whatever."

 "So anyway, you have to contact him!!! Or go out in to the big bad world and find him!!!" she yelled advice at me.

 "Why would I do that? How would I find one blonde 19 year old boy in London?! There are probably thousands of them!!! And I don't think that I could find a global superstar roaming the streets of London no matter if he lives here!" I stated.

 "Well, you could stalk him on the internet..."

 "I don't think that his address is on the internet. Or at least the right address anyway."

 "Whatever. Just get dressed and get out of this apartment and find that god of a boy!!!"

"Okay, okay."