Girl almighty (Niall Horan fanfic.)

chapter 1

"Taylor get down here, your breakfast is ready!" Mum yells up the stairs as I finish putting my hair in a tight, neat bun. I walked down stairs and into the kitchen to eat the food my mum made for me. (I know she's just trying to help me with my anorexia, but it's not like she has to put four times the normal serving size of food on the plate for me.) I've only eaten a little less than half the plate when I decided I've had enough. I get up and put my plate on the counter next to the sink for Mum to take care of as my younger sister, Alex, stalks into the room, demanding breakfast snottily. Alex is a famous singer, and has been since she was a little kid - appearing on telly programs for children.

"Hey, Alex, don't be so rude to Mum! She works hard." Louise, my youngest and most One Direction obsessed, little sister snaps at Alex as she shrugs on her jumper to leave with Dad, but gets no reply from Alex, who knows Louise will probably just end up bawling.

"Mum?" I mumble, turning to her and calling her attention to me, which draws a lengthy "hmm" from her in response, motioning for me to keep going with her free hand as she begins to load the dishwasher. "Can I go to The Corner Book Store in London some time today - oh, and could I borrow twenty-five pounds?"

"Sure, as long as you phone Ryan, and confirm that you're getting your skates sharpened and be sure you get to the rink by three-thirty Monday, I'll pick you up around five, okay?"

"Okay, yeah, sure, and... where's Louise?" I ask, glancing around the room in search of the five-year-old. She was just here a second ago...

"She's going to town getting sized for new dresses and shoes with your father for the upcoming photo-shoot, didn't you see her leave?" Mum explains, starting the dishwasher. (Louise is a child-model for a top of the line clothing brand.)

"Oh." I state, feeling quite stupid. "Okay, well I'm leaving in about twenty minutes. So, I'll call Ryan, finish my makeup, and be on my way." I announce, dismissing myself and skipping out of the kitchen and bouncing up the stairs.

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"Bye, Mum!" I yell, halfway out the door already.

"Okay!" She shouts back, scooping the puzzle pieces on the coffee table back on the box left out from the neighbours kids we babysat last night.

I close the door behind myself, and walk down the sidewalk from the front door to the car park. Roughly about twenty minutes later I've made my way to the bustling city of London. Sure, the sights are beautiful, but I see them all the time so the glittery-special-awe isn't there anymore, but I can still appreciate them.

I enter the small, lightly air conditioned but still quite warm bookstore. I'm greeted with some slightly annoying cheer by the clerk at the front counter, asking me if I've heard of the new One Direction book, Who We Are, and if I would like to purchase one in the all important collectors edition. A thought is called to mind, but I can't really remember what that thought is really about.

"Oh, um, not today, thanks though," you try to be polite as you brush past her and wander around the dusty, slightly humid bookstore. I pick up a book on a big, important looking display, with lots of copies surrounding it. I've heard of this book before, though I can't remember the title. I am forgetting a lot of things as of late. I decide to get the book, thumbing through the pages and continuing to wander around a little, pulling random books off shelves and looking at their covers before putting them back.

"Oh, yeah!" I squeak, recalling the fact that Louise loves One Direction so much it's almost scary. I scamper back to the front of the store, grabbing a book from the display in the window. "This'll be it," I set the books down on the counter, and the behind the counter with rectangular hipster glasses in a pink matte finish framing her dark eyes the color of an abyss wearing a dark green polo with the company insignia on the left and khakis. Her hair is dark brown and ironed straight, framing her olive-tone face.