Callie Westleigh is a normal 15 year old, with nothing interesting in particular.
Niall Horan is a teen sensation, in the biggest boyband in the world.
Callie is always putting herself down, telling everyone she can't sing, but secretly, she works on the world biggest radio, CatchMEZ.

Hmm, something missing?


6. Phychic.

Niall foccused on Harry for a moment. His heart sort of sunk. Harry had really, truely done that? It didn't sound like him at all.

"I know, I was stupid. I guess I was so caught up in finally being popular and all, I just let go of myself. Niall, you promise you won't tell the guys? If they ask, please, just make something up".

Niall wasn't so sure. That was one hell of a secret, almost as big as Callie's, well, in a way. Niall pulled his t-shirt over his head, and flung it across the room, before picking up the clothes he'd laid out on his bed. Harry just stood there sheepishly, and sat down on one of the arm chairs. Niall could feel Harry's eyes piercing into him, and he knew it would be wrong to let Harry's secret slip.

"Alright, alright, I won't tell. Now turn away mister, I'm changing".


A few hours later, Niall, Louis, Zayn, Harry and Liam were in a Limo, being driven to the O2. Niall was excited for once, but he wished Callie could have been there to see him perform. He could have taken her backstage, too, and it would have been fun. But sadly, Callie had gone, and all he knew was her name, and her fake name, where she worked, and what she looked like. Anything else, even a timetable of when she worked, was out of the question.

He fingered the tie he'd chosen, and tugged at the red satin shirt. Louis and Harry had gone with blue chinos and Zayn has chosen casual blue jeans. Liam had flung on black deniem jeans and hi-tops.

Niall looked out of the blackened windows, street lights flashing everytime they drove by, and cars trying to 'sneak a peak' drove by quickly.

A few minutes later, they arrived, and a quick trip out of the car and through the back door was made. Niall setteled backstage in the small rooms that had been set out, and grabbed a bottle of water. If he was nervous, like always, he'd drink lots. When-ever he was about to sing, his throat went dry, and a bottle of water solved all his problems. Even though he had to pee real bad.

A moment later, Harry tapped him on the shoulder. Niall must have made a face, because Harry frowned, and told him to 'stop being bitter'.

"Sorry. I just wish Callie could be here. I only met her today, and I feel like we've known each other a life-time. Is that strange? Should I consult my therapist?"

Harry laughed gingerly.

" I don't think it's strange! And you have a therapist, really?"

This time Niall laughed, but he didn't see why, because Harry wasn't funny like Louis. Instead, he spun round, and began speaking to Zayn.

"Hi Zayn, how you doing?"

He knew it must have taken him by surprise, because he held his hand to his chest, and after about 2 seconds, narrowed his eyes.

"Is something wrong, Niall? You don't talk to me much, and I'm getting the impression your only trying to distract yourself from, let me guess, Harry?"

Niall was taken-aback. Zayn didn't speak as much as Harry, and to know it was Harry he was avoiding? Well, he could have been phychic, while he was at it.

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