WHEN ACCIDENTS HAPPEN- NIALL HORAN FANFIC.

1. If it Fits, it Ships.

SONG: Some Nights by Fun

(The hottie on the side is Jason-- aka Robbie Amell, but he's perfect!)

Chapter 1:

FRANCESCA's POV:

"Please!! Oh come on Cesi, it'll be awesome!" Niall pleaded. But I really don't want to go bungee jumping. I'm not completely terrified of heights. I just don't want to go. Doesn't he know that I mean NO?

"Niall! The answer is no! Let's go throw sponges at the clown instead!" I pointed at the multi-colored drag queen, who was equally as terrifying. Niall just pouted his innocent lips. He's so stubborn! Why can't he just agree to something he knows he'll enjoy?!

"Oh come on, Cesi! You know you want to!" he's such a turd sometimes. Why am I even friends with him?! Ugh, he never listens to me, yet we've managed to be the best of friends. "Please, Cesi! With three scoops of ice cream, unlimited toppings, whip cream, AND a cherry on top!"

Finally, I just stood there and stared at him for a good two minutes. I can't win. He's a full Irish boy. I'm only half Irish. I sighed, trying to be strong. He's just too hard to say no to.

"Bungee jumping? For REAL? What will our moms say?!" I resisted, but he just smiled evily.

"They don't HAVE to know." he said with a wink, taking my hand and dragging me behind him.

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"Please!" Niall begged through the speakers of my phone. I sighed, his sweet, innocent voice always gets me. There's nothing I can do! I can't say no to him.

"Please! With three scoops of ice cream, unlimited toppings, whip cream and a cherry on top?"

Everyone knows he has a ravenous sense of humor: especially these days when virtually every teenage girl knows him, or at least knows OF him.

I used to be the only girl who knew his sense of humor, before the fame and glory.

"Come on Niall! Rome is so FAR! It's on the other freaking side of the world! I can't meet you all the way out there!" I insisted, even though I know I'm going to end up going.

This is a pointless conversation, but I can't help procrastinating just because this is terribly entertaining.

"I haven't seen you in MONTHS, Cesi!" his evidence is no other than true. "I miss you, guuurrlll." he joked. I smiled widely, his thick Irish accent sounded funny when he tried to talk in an American slang.

I picture the boy in my head: no taller than I. Bro- I mean BLONDE hair hiding the mysteries of his forehead. A fairly strong body, and a killer smile. I let my eyes fall to the floor.

"I know, Niall. And I miss you too, it's just that-"

I can't think of an excuse. I can't lie to Niall Horan. He's my best friend. "Are you trying to think of an excuse?" he asks, almost as if he's using a microscope to peek into my thoughts.

"Maybe." I grumble, and then chuckle. "FINE YOU WIN. But don't expect me to pay for anything except my airline ticket. I'm not you-- I'm poor and an Average American Teenager. That's my title." he laughs through the phone.

"Alright, babe. You book a flight and let me know when you're out here, okay?" I can hear him smiling. I know how he talks. I know all his facial expressions. I know it all.