Is This Even Real? (A Niall Horan fanfiction)

Serena was just an ordinary girl. She likes to talk about boys and gossips. But when she first laid eyes on this freshmen, a clumsy, weird-looking, shy guy named Niall Horan, she felt sparks.


5. Back To Reality

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Niall's POV


“So basically, after I left to order a pizza you decided to sneak up and read my diary?” She asked me, crossing her arms, while I just stare at the floor. I nodded a little. She sighed.

“Can’t stay mad or this thing wouldn’t be done.” She said, sitting down on her bed. “I guess you can read it.” I stare at the blue book in my hand I was dying to read a few minutes ago.

“No, Ser. I’m sorry, I understand. It’s private, and it’s a privacy problem, so I’m going to give you some space.” I said, putting the book back on her desk. She laughed a little.

“Give me some space? It’s my house, Horan. How are you supposed to give me ‘some’ space?” she said, giving me a weak smile. My heart melted that very second.

“Um, yeah. Right.”

“Serena! Your pizza is here!” I faintly heard a girl screaming.

“Oh, that’s Amy. My sister. Wait, and please don’t touch anything.” She said, with a pleading look that works 1.000.000 times better than the first one.


Serena’s POV


Oh, I just can’t stand Niall’s puppy eyes. It’s just so.. Puppy-like? I suck.

I open the door and smile to the delivery guy. He’s quite cute. I give him the money and he hand out the pizza for me. And I practically slam the door on his face. I smiled a bit, and Amy rolled her eyes.

I run upstairs, and open the door to my room.

“Oi, Horan.” I said, putting the pizza on the table. “Help me out. Go get some drinks downstairs.”

“I will, Captain.” He said, and then laughed and run downstairs. I rolled my eyes and smile a bit. That kid sure knows how to cheer up the day.


“Nom-Thanks-Nom-For-Nom-The-Nom-Snack-Nom.” That’s how Niall talks while chewing. I laughed. He had eaten 5 slices and I got 3. “Do you have any more foods?”

“No problem, and no. Are you always this hungry?” I asked him, raising my right eyebrow.

“Wha? Oh, no.” I felt instantly relieved. “Usually more.” I got paralyzed for a moment and then realized it. I laughed. “What?”

“Nice one, Horan. Why don’t you get a side job as a comedian?” I said, still laughing.

“I’m serious, Ser. Why did you think I’m lying?” I shook my head.

“Because normal people wouldn’t have that appetite that you have.” I said, still laughing. He laughed too.


Serena's POV




“SERENA! FOCUS!” I blinked hard a few times, and then let my yes adjust to the lights. I was in a room with red sofas and armchairs, 2 bags of chips in front of me on the table, one 7UP half-drank, an 8 slices pizza with 3 slices gone.

“Serena, we need you to be focused right now.” I shook my head again, and then it hit me.

I am Serena Clarke, 19, Singer, Pop Star, Pianist, actor, Model.


(A/N seems like I always end chapts with a cliffhanger.. Haha, blame uncle Rick! :D)

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