Call Her Gorgeous Like It's Her Name [Niall Horan]

Chapter 1

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Hey guise. :) So I'm just a normal directioner with a tumblr, twitter, etc. Dedicate my life to the boys. Thank you so much for reading! I've never read anything like this one, so i hope you like it. To clear things up, the main character's name is Gorgeous Olivia Patel. Like it's her actual name. So don't be like god she's a slut with everyone calling her gorgeous. :P Please review! I know if you've ever written a fanfic, you like reviews. I do too! It takes literally two seconds. Be a nice person! OH! There's a picture of Gorgeous on the side. It's out of preportion, so just Google Alex Frnka if you care that muchh (:

~Oliviaaaa <3

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"Hey, you're on in five," I quickly told a random little boy, not even ten years old yet. According to my clipboard, his name was Parker. Poor kid, he was going in front of four legends, just to probably get rejected like most of them do. He nodded, not caring if he was nice to me or any of the other backstage crew. He continued to bite his nails and ramble on to his mother.

"Now!" I yelled, signalling him to dramatically jump on stage. God, I've been doing this all day. And there were at least two thousand more people here to audition. I sighed, taking in my surroundings again. Nervous people, crying people, happy people, overly confident people, creepy people, supporting families...you name it and the X Factor has it.

Parker stomped off the stage and ran into the comforting arms of his middle age mother in tears. She cooed to him, rubbing the back of his head against her.

Nothing new.

"Erm, Niall Horan!" I called out to a crowd of jittery teenagers. A lad rose up, shaking nervously. He had long shaggy blondish brown hair. His ocean blue eyes stared into mine. Just that sent shivers through my whole body. This guy was HOT. He HAD to make it. The judges always said yes to the hot guys, just because they're always somewhat successful because of the girls' attention.

"That would be me," he said nervously. I shuddered at the cuteness of his voice. That's the most anyone has said to me all day.

"Oh, uh..um..," I trailed off, palms getting slightly sweaty. Oh my gosh. Just stop. He's just a boy, hopefully going somewhere but probably not. "Yeah. You're up in about a half hour, but I was wondering if you wanted to be interviewed for the show?" You know, because you might have some potential talent. Definitely not because you make every girl in the room swoon.

"Oh, yeah sure!" His voice trembled worse than a scared puppy. Awh! I slowly showed him to the interview area, where other backstage people were also interviewing contestants. A few people I've rarely talked to mouthed "Hi Gorgeous" to me, and I just smiled back. Niall looked so confused, I just had to laugh.

"My names Gorgeous," I introduced, sticking my hand out to shake his firmly. His hand was huge compared to my tiny one. He wore a red, white, and blue plaid shirt with a dark blue undershirt and jeans. His whole appearance made me want to smile.

"Gorgeous? Nice name," he complimented, making me blush a bit.

"Thanks, and you said your name was Justin Bieber?" I joked. He didn't much look like him, but his attitude and the way he held himself mimicked him exactly. Niall let out an adorable chuckle, patting me comfortably on the back.

"You a fan?" he asked. What should I say? Yes? Boys hated when girls liked Bieber, but I did...

"Uh, yeah," I awkwardly replied, staring at my coach shoes.

"I love him. Call me a fangirl, no joke," he revealed. I stared up at him in amusement and surprise. I've finally met a boy Bieber fan. My life is complete. I smiled again, nodded, and got back to business. Don't want Uncle Simon getting mad at my "laziness".