One (Niall Horan FanFiction)

One (Niall Horan FanFiction)

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"Niall and I are really in two different worlds, and even if I got to know him, I will never ever be a real part of his life. Why I am so stupid to think that he will really waste his time on me? And why I am messing myself now just because of him? The last time I'm in this condition is all because of Joey, and Niall wasn't even my boyfriend, so why I am even bothering about him? I'm just his friend. Just his friend." ------------------------------------ Niall Horan went inside Funky Buddha one night to forget all his problems. He is afraid that he might get into serious trouble and ruin his career. Maggie Morgan just broke up with her boyfriend and the only thing she knew to do to deal with it is to drink her heartbreak out. They were just trying to escape all their problems, and looking for solutions. In a night where they just want to be alone and think, they accidentally found the One.
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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