Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

It's Brittney Bitch

A:N) Hey there my favorite people ever, I say that because I have no friends.... okay I'm only joking, it was a bad joke I know. Now, it's time for another one of my freak out moments: HOLY COW POOP OVER 300 READS !!!! SO MANY FEELS IT HURTS !!!! HHDJAHDKAHDKAHKSDHAIDHKDJWIKJEJKSD! Okay I feel better now, but this is my way of saying thank you for your amazing support on this story, it means a lot and I just want you all to know that. Whelp enough of me being all mushy, here's chapter 20, or in other words the fight scene. That's really all I have to say, I have to go do some Science homework that I'm probably going to ask Jessica to help me with tomorrow (please Jess? :D). Enjoy and I love you all!

Chapter 20

It’s Brittney Bitch

***Niall’s POV***

Flowers?

Check.

Speech?

Check.

Confidence?

Sadly, no.

I had no idea how I was going to pull this off. Thinking that less than 36 hours ago I had Jessica in my arms cuddling and now we were in a huge fight, I think I just wanted to lock myself in a room and never come out.

Every couple has fights Niall. It’s the road to forever. Zayn’s word raced through my head as I came closer to the music store

Jessica worked at. I was sweating like Satan’s balls, and my eyes must have been wide with worry and exhaustion. Knowing I hadn’t slept a wink last night and had a break down this morning I couldn’t help but think I was a walking bomb ready to explode.

Well that sounded very manly…

A came to a stop outside the music doors, taking a deep breath and giving myself a small pep talk I walked in with all the confidence I didn’t feel inside. Little Things played over the intercom making my nerves feel like they were about to blow up, and a life size poster of the lads and I stood across from me making me want to moan in embarrassment.

Did she have to stare at me while she worked? God I hope not, I’d hate to think of all the things she wanted to draw on or stab me with. A girl stood examining a stack of our CD’s, she looked like she was contemplating actually doing something or to just stand there and examine her nails.

“Um, excuse me mam.” I said tapping on her shoulder, she turned around and gave me a cold glare before her eyes go wide. Oh please don’t scream, please, please don’t scream.

“Neill…Neill Horan…” Here it comes…” AHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD I’M SUCH A HUGE FAN! GOD YOU’RE EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON!”

She placed her hands on my chest making my face scrunch up into a horrified expression. How come this happens to me…? A door behind us opened revealing a very pissed off Jessica.

This could not be good.

***Jessica’s POV***

“Oi slag!” I yelled from behind Samantha waiting for her to turn around while my fist clenched in little balls. My gaze shifted from Samantha to Niall for a split second, at any other time I would have laughed at Niall’s terrified look, but now? No, I was way too mad.

Samantha turned around and looked up at me with an annoyed look fueling my anger even more. “Pu-lease. What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“I want you to get you’re slutty little fingers off my boyfriend.”

Her eyes widened for a second before laughter filled the once silent room. “You really think you could score Neill Horan from One Direction?”