We Are The Same - Niall Horan FanFiction

Chapter 2: Popular Relative & A Creep

Chapter 2

Two days later…

“Yasmin, I thought you and your band are singing on air today!” my mum says, knocking on my door.

I open my eyes like people do in horror movies and jerk up. I scratch my head and throw my sheets to the side.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m up!” I say. I get out of my bed and put on a sweatshirt. I kneel down and look under my bed for my slippers and put them on. I throw the door open and run down the stairs. I run to get some bowl and cereal. I pull out the milk carton from the fridge and pour milk on the cereal. I get a spoon and rush to the couch at the living room. I switch on the TV and get the remote to flip to other channels.

“Someone’s excited,” my mum sings.

“Of course, I am!” I say, which sounds like ‘ofows ayem’ because I’m eating cereal.

“So where will you be going after singing at the radio station?” she asks me.

“I don’t know,” I say and swallow down. “Maybe Rob will treat us.”

“I see,” she says and leaves the room.

I watch her and then shrug. I finish my cereal and then I go to the sink to wash the bowl. After that, I take a shower. Then, I wear my usual metal black jeans. I put on a blue fitted shirt from the other day and wear an unbuttoned gray flannel shirt. I wear my usual navy blue converse. I wear my thread bracelets on my right wrist while my wrist watch is on the left. I blow-dry my hair and let it down.

I place my credit card on the back pocket of my jeans and my phone in the front jeans’ pocket. I go downstairs and my mum turns her head in my direction.

“You’re going to do something that may affect your fame, right?” she suddenly says.

“Yeah,” I say awkwardly.

“You know it’s something special,” she continues.

“Yeah.”

“You have to make yourself look presentable,” she goes on.

“I know.”

“So…aren’t you going to put any makeup on?” she bursts.

“W-what?” I stammer out.

“Go get my makeup bag upstairs and let me make you look like an actual girl just for a day,” she says.

“No way! Besides, we’re just going to sing on air and people will only be able to hear us – not look at us,” I protest.

“Fine,” she sighs and flips through channels. Then the sounds the remote is making stops and my mum says, “Hey look, it’s your cousin!”

I look at the TV and sure – there he is and his boy band. Even now, I still feel weird to have the Zayn Malik of One Direction as my cousin. I mean, yeah, we’re first cousins and all. But it’s still weird especially when I haven’t talked to him in years.

“Zayn is getting more handsome and handsome as he matures,” mum says.

I turn my head in the other direction and roll my eyes.

“Wow, look at all those girls! I’m surprised the boys haven’t gone to have their ears checked yet. Those girls have some lungs! But I guess there’s some reflex that makes those girls scream louder than they should when they see good-looking boys,” she says.

I just keep my eyes on the TV.

“They’re all so cute, aren’t they? One of them would definitely look good in our house.”

What the –? I stare at my mum. Is she seriously pointing out that they’ll look good as decorations?

“I should probably send you off to your cousin and tag along while they’re on tour.”

What? ‘Tag-along’? Like a dog?

“Then you become friends with all of them and you put them in your suitcase and get back here. What you say about that, Yasmin?” mum says and looks at me.

“You’re kidding me,” I utter out.

“You’re right. Paul will be able to stop you. So, I guess it’ll be difficult for you to run off with the boys inside your bags,” she says.

Seriously? “Who’s Paul?” I ask.

“Tsk tsk tsk, Yasmin, we really do need some bonding time. You’re definitely missing all of the wonderful things in life. Why don’t you do what other girls do like staying up and stalking celebrities online and vowing to yourself that you’ll marry him someday even though he doesn’t have a single clue of your existence? What’s your say about that?” she stops for a mument to look at me.

“I guess, you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re definitely not a directioner,” she shakes her head like it’s the most horrifying thing in the world. “Paul is the boys’ body guard. Do you know that their fans are after Paul too that Paul is even escorted by another set of guards? You won’t see that in any other fandom. A guard guarding a guard? That’s just ridiculous! But when it comes to the boys, it’s absolutely normal.”

“Are you…stalking them online, too?” I ask, completely freaked out.

She looks at me. “I’m just kidding, hon. I just heard all about that from your friends. They’re pretty crazy about the boys.” She laughs.

“You do have some good ears, mum. You definitely got me,” I say.

“I’m just trying to make you laugh. But I think I just succeeded on creeping you out,” mum says.

“You did, mum. You did creep me out.”

Holy shit. Mum knows loads of things about One Direction and I don’t even have a clue who is who. I should really do some stalking when I’m not being too lazy sometime.