Italian To Irish (A Niall Horan Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 2

Morgan's POV

I looked over to the boys once again who were now watching me. Marcella was faced back to me. Not paying attention I kicked the ball hard. Very hard. "Ouch!" Marcella screeched. I just broke out in laughter. "Che male! Morgan Testa ti odio!" (That hurt! Morgan Testa I hate you!) All the boys tried to hold the laughter in. "You-- should-- Have -- Seen-- Your face!" I said laughing at her. I walked over to the sidelines. Face to face with her 'possy'. "Ciao. Il mio nome è Morgan Testa." I said sticking my hand out to Niall. The other boys were still busy laughing. "Ciao Morgan. Io sono Niall Horan e sono di One Direction." All of the other boys stopped laughing. "So you guys like that?" I said holding up my soccer ball and pointing to Marcella. They all nodded holding their laughs in. "Wait you speak English?" Niall asked. "Yes. My moms from America. I go to a all American school." "Ohhh." Niall said. "You play?" I said pointing to the ball. "Yeah we all do actually." "You wanna have a quick game?" He nodded and we walked out on the field. I kicked the ball right pass Harry and into the goal. He frowned and the other boys laughed. I walked over to the bench getting a drink. "So... You got tickets to our concert?" Niall asked sitting next to me. "Well, did you see me jumping up and down with my dad over there? Well I won the contest for the radio station." I said. He nodded. "Congrats. That girl that I was with before asked me for tickets. Then she got a call saying she won..." Wait. What? Marcella won? How could this- Wait- But. "Oh great." I mumbled. "What?" Niall asked. "She's just the biggest bitch in school. You know." He nodded. "Yeah. Well don't let her bring you down. Promise?" He said holding out his pinky. "Promise. And thank you." I said grabbing his pinky. "No problem." "Okay I have to go home. See you at the concert." I said walking away. He nodded and caught up with the boys. I got 4 blocks away from my house. With my luck... It started to pour. I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked a little faster. Did I really just meet the boys of One Direction? Did I? I guess so. I walked up the path way to be greeted by my older sister Tyler and my two cousins Dante and Michael. Oh god. I walked right past them and into my room. "Morgan Jean. Get down here this instant." My mother said. Yes, Jean is my middle name. I. Hate. It. I huffed and walked down stairs. "Now say hello to your cousins." She demanded. I hugged them and ran upstairs hearing my mother huff. "Vaffanculo!" I whisper yelled. (vaffanculo means Fuck You.) I just wondered. What if me and Niall end up being more than friends? Just think about it. Getting hate from fans. But being with the love of my life. Sad thing is he would never be with me. I'm 17 and he's 19. Marcella's going to be 19. Nialls her favorite. She's way prettier than me. Just why does this have to happen to me? Why? Me. Morgan Horan. No. Won't happen. Never. I turned to my door to see my sister, Tyler. "What?" I said. Not even realizing I was crying. "What's the matter babe?" She said wiping my eye. "I met the boys of one direction today. I was just thinking of some things." She nodded her head understanding. She hugged me and walked out the door. I pulled out my phone going on twitter. 'Niallofficial' I typed in.

@niallofficial: Met this beautiful girl today. @Marcella_Bitchxoxo Had a great time.

(Picture of Marcella and Niall)

I put my phone down and fell back. Oh Shit! I forgot. That's why my cousins are here! We have the Italian ball tonight. I got up and ran towards the bathroom taking off my clothes. I turned on the water checking the tempature. Just right. I got in and let the water hit me. Scrubbing in the mango. It just hurt. My enemy and my crush. Dating. It would hurt so much. I know Niall and I just met but, it seems as if we have a connection. I stepped out of the shower grabbing my towel and wiping myself dry. I flipped my head over and wrapped a towel around my head. I walked into my bedroom putting my phone on the dock. I turned on 'I Would' by One Direction. "He drives to school every morning. While I walk alone in the rain. He'd kill me without any warning. If he took a look in my brain! Would he say he's in L-O-V-E well if it were me than I would, I would." I sang. I pulled out my long tan over the shoulder dress. I walked over to my bathroom pulling the towel off my head. Gross. My hair was in knots. I took out my brush and yanked it through my hair. As I plugged my blow dryer in I got a little shock. "Ow!" I squeaked as I kissed my finger. I finished curling my hair letting it cascade down my back. I looked through my heels and found the perfect heels that made me about 5'9. They were tan. Or a beige. I really don't know. I walked down the stairs to be greeted by my family. They were not going to the ball. Only my cousins and I. "Let's go." I said opening the door. This is going to be a good night.

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A/N Hello Guys:) This is the story so far. The picture of the outfit is on the side! Thank you:)

-Morgan xx