We Are The Same - Niall Horan FanFiction

Chapter 7: Some Kind of Hater

Chapter 7

 They walk to us with big smiles on their faces. They’re screaming ‘Oh my God’ repeatedly. They start pulling out their phones. Then the first girl approaches me and says, “You’re Yasmin, right? From Riot Blue? Oh my God! What are you doing here in L.A.?”

 What? I have fans? Here in L.A.? I look at Niall and he already has his eyebrows raised in question. I shake my head at him, meaning I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I turn to the girl and say, “I’m just having a vacation here.”

 “Wow, that’s cool! Can I have a picture with you?” she asks me.

 “Sure,” I say.

 She gives her phone to another girl. I lean and smile while the girl takes a picture. She puts down the phone and gives it back to the first girl. She says her ‘thanks’ and then she glances at Niall.

 “Are you…Niall Horan from One Direction? Oh. My God. It is you!” She squeals and the other girl joins in, too.

 They ask to take a picture with him. Niall removes his sunglasses and stands with the other girls to take a picture. They, too, say ‘thanks’ to him.

 “Why are you here together? Are you guys dating?” the second girl asks.

 Niall and I both laugh at this.

 “No, Yasmin is Zayn’s cousin and we’re just walking back to the hotel from McDonald’s,” Niall says.

 “Oh my God! You and Zayn are cousins? Really? OMG,” the first girl says.

 “Yep,” I say and shrug.

 They leave after saying ‘bye’ to us. They’re still squealing and chatting animatedly. But the third girl doesn’t seem happy. I even hear her mutter some nasty things while they’re walking away.

 “Why did you even take a picture with him? He’s not even your favorite. To top it all off, he’s the ugliest among the band. He can’t sing and he’s the only one who doesn’t belong in the band,” she says. My eyes literally widen at this.

 I look at Niall. He’s looking at his shoes.

 I run after the girl and tap her on her shoulder. She turns around, scowling.

 “Are your ears working?” I ask her.

 “Well, duh, of course,” she says like it’s obvious.

 “How about your eyes?”

 “Stop asking me stupid questions, bimbo!” she says to me.

 “Well, you should stop saying stupid things, then. Telling somebody that they’re not worthy of their existence doesn’t make you any better than them. In fact, doing so puts you in a rank much lower than that person you just insulted,” I tell her.

 “Here’s something for you. I don’t give a fuck, bitch! I do what I want! And…why would I be in a rank lower than that dork? Guys want me. I’m certainly not dating a guy like him who’s barely a guy.”

 “Let me remind you that customers in a supermarket – let’s just say, Walmart – go after cheap products. That is surely relatable in your case.”

 “Tss,” she just says and flips her hair.

 I stay silent.

 “Ran out of dorky words, eh? Good. Oh, why won’t you just hit me, then? Oh right, you’re too skinny to hit that little fist on anything.”

 I pull back my fist and lunge it towards her. She screams and I stop just an inch away from her nose. I put my paper bag under my arm and I dip my fingers in my mcflurry using my free hand. Then I wipe it on the top of her head.  

 She opens her eyes and sees my fist in her face.       

 “Oh, I think I don’t want to get slut dirt on my skin. Besides,” I say and look at her up and down. “…punching you is like punching a brown cow. You look like a motherfucking cow wearing flowers and horse shoe. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a very unfortunate cow.”

 Her face becomes red and she screams at me, “You bitch!”

 She’s about to lunge at me when I point to the top of her head and say, “Is that...bird poop? Tsk, tsk, tsk, even birds poo on you. You probably smell weird. You get away from me, bitch.”

 She gives me a WTF look then her hand goes up to her head and touches her head. Her eyes widens and her face has this horrific expression. Then she starts screaming.

 I stick out my middle finger at her and then I run back to where Niall is. When we’re out of the girl’s sight, we stop running and we just stand there. Then he puts his arms around me and buries his face in my shoulder. 

 “Thank you, Yasmin,” he murmurs.

 What? I thought he ignored that girl’s remarks. Did he really let that get into him? Oh dear. I lift my arms awkwardly and rub his back. I’m not really used to people hugging me, much less guys. But, he must be very sensitive. Other guys would’ve ignored girls like those. Niall didn’t. He heard every stinking thing the bitch said. I suddenly regret not punching her.

 “You should’ve ignored her. Girls like her have nothing to do with their lives. They’re not worth anyone’s attention, especially yours,” I say softly. Poor guy.

 On the way back to our suite, neither of us eat our food. Neither of us speak or dare to start a conversation. I don’t know what’s going on inside his head so I decide against doing anything but walk along with him. We reach the suite and he opens the door for me. I get in and he shuts the door behind him.

 What is he going to do? I watch him as he walk across the room and sit on the couch next to Louis. I later realize that they’re watching SpongeBob. They all must be kids at heart. 

 “Hey Yasmin, why are you just standing there? Come on, let’s watch SpongeBob,” Niall says, as if nothing as happened.

 I sit on the floor next to Zayn and try to figure out everyone by observing them.