Reality Ruined My Life - Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Being the sister of Harry Styles, the new girlfriend of Niall Horan, and the best friend of 3/5 of One Direction, plus their girlfriends, always has consequences.

Some are good.

Some are bad.

And some are out of hand.

Hannah Styles' relationship is perfect, her friends are amazing, she doesn't care about hate, and she has few enemies. But that all changes around chapter 21. Therefore, read it.


20. Bert

Nicolle Aubertin -

I sat patiently scrolling through twitter waiting for my curly haired boyfriend to wake up.  I scrolled through my mentions.  Nothing much. Harry and I have agreed to keep our relationship on the DL (Down Low) because he knows how bad his fans react to every time he gets in a relationship.  

I had a few mentions from my friends back in Holmes Chapel and one from my mum which asked how I was enjoying it in America, I quickly typed up a reply saying everything was great and that I loved and missed her.  After scrolling through my timeline a for a few more minutes, I locked my phone and finished my tea.  I then decided to wake Harry up, considering it was almost noon, and if I didn't he'd sleep till 5

I went over to the bed we shared, even though our room had two beds, we slept together.  I laid down next to him and pushed some bushy curls our of his eyes.  He flinched a bit, but then his face went to normal as he continued to sleep.  I decided to wake him up in a way I was sure he would enjoy.  

I instantly closed my eyes and slammed my lips onto his and kissed him hard.  In a matter of seconds, his lips started to move perfectly against mine.  I smirked into our kiss and broke it.

"Well, good morning Bert."  Harry said in his deep, raspy morning voice.  Damn, that's sexy.

"Bert?"  I questioned.

"Yeah, it's your nickname.  Because your last name is AuBERTin, and I find it absolutely adorable."  He says opening his eyes and letting them adjust to the sunlight that was pouring through the windows of the hotel room.

"Well, then, it is pretty adorable.... Call me Bert!"  I chuckled and kissed his temple.  

"What do you want to do today, Bert?"  Harry asks while sitting up and stretching his arms high above his head., exposing the hidden tattoos on the inside of his biceps.

"Well, the others wanted to go roller skating, if that's alright with you?"  I asked him.

"Honey, you know damn well that my roller skating skills are rubbish."  He said smiling at me, then getting up and putting a clean shirt on his bare chest, and pulling on a clean pair of trousers.

"I'll teach you?"  I offered. 

"You can try."  He chuckled.


"Aww, poor Harry, still can't skate, didn't we try to teach you last year?"  Perrie asked as Harry held a death grip on my hand so he wouldn't fall.

"Well, Perrie, I've forgotten how, considering you taught me when we were on The X-Factor, and I haven't skated since.  And you shouldn't be hating, considering I can actually flip a pancake without catching Zayn's kitchen on fire."  Harry joked.  I smiled up at him.

"Oh shush, you know I can't cook." She laughed.

"And you know I can't skate."  He said smiling back.

Perrie chuckled and skated away to meet up with Zayn, who was joking around with Liam, while I was explaining to Harry how to position his feet.

"Stop putting them so close together, your feet need at least a 5 inch gap between them so you don't trip." I say while he slowly and carefully moves his feet apart.

I nod stating that his feet are now correctly in place.

"Now, push off, like this."  I say gliding a few feet away from him.


"Look Baby!  You've got it!  You're skating!"  I say as Harry picks up speed, and is now flawlessly skating around the rink with a giant smile planted on his face, exposing his perfect dimples.  I smiled at my loving, gorgeous boyfriend as he skated even faster toward me, and grabbed my hand forcing me to skate alongside him hand in hand.  

We skated around laughing and talking until he slowed down till we were both stopped in the middle of the rink.  The lights went low, and the DJ turned on the disco ball and started to play a slow song.  (If you have ever been roller skating, sometimes they turn on a disco ball, and play a slow song for couples to slowly skate to.)  The song was no other than 'They Don't Know About Us' sung by my boyfriend and his 4 bandmates.

We stood there in the middle of the rink, staring into each others eyes.  Harry leaned down, and I leaned up, so our lips could meet, making sparks fly.  We kissed for a while until Harry broke it, and lowered himself down to one knee, and fiddled with something in his pocket.

Oh Shit.  No. No, no, no no.

"Harry, I can't marry you.  Don't you dare give me a promise ring either.  You know I don't keep my promises that well.  Harry please don't do this to me.  It's only been a month.  Please.  Give me more time."  I blurt out as my eyes fill with tears, and memories of my horrible ex, and his promise ring flooded back to my mind.  He promised to love me forever, I believed him.  And look how great that ended up.

"Shhh, shhhh, Bert, baby, I'm not giving you a promise ring, or asking you to marry me, yet," He winked.  I let out a sigh of relief. "I know how you feel about promises and promise rings after what Trae did to you.  This is a bracelet,"  He said while pulling out a beautiful silver bracelet, with a plaque that had the name 'Bert' scribbled into it, in fancy cursive writing.  It also had 3 charms.  A shark, symbolizing my favorite movie, 'Jaws'.  It had a rugby ball.  Because I'm the best damn rugby player that ever lived, and a heart, with a cursive H.S. etched into it, symbolizing my wonderful boyfriends initials.  

"Bert, will you go to the 2012 Peoples Choice Awards with me, and make our relationship public?"  He asked still down on one knee.

"Yes."  I replied without hesitation.

Harry jumped up from the floor, forgetting he had roller skates on, and almost fell, but I caught him.

"Shouldn't the prince catch the princess, not the princess catch the prince?"  He asked chuckling, as I helped him regain his balance, before he slipped the bracelet on my left wrist, and then putting his hands on my hips, while I put my arms around his neck.

"I guess we just have a unique fairytale."  I say while leaning in and connecting our lips.

After several moments he broke the kiss, and for the first time in 2 months, said, "I love you, Bert." 

"I love you too, Styles."  I reply.

He starts to sing as we sway to the music.

They don't know about the things we do.

They don't know about the i love you's

But I bet you if they only knew, 

They would just be jealous of us.




I saw the video of them kissing, and it was adorable.  I'm glad that it is official, and they are in a relationship.  Though I still can't stand the amount of hate that the 'Directioners' send to Harry.  You guys must realize, HARRY IS 18.  HE'S A LEGAL ADULT.  IN AMERICA AND IN ENGLAND.  Therefore, Harry can do what he wants.  You guys are right, you can have your own opinions, but, as a true Directioner, you must respect Harry's decisions.  You may not like them at all, but at least respect them.  Harry's happy.  That's what we want right?

And if you want to send hate to Harry or Taylor, instead of them, send it to me.  I'm ready to take it because they don't deserve it.  Go ahead.  Send it via twitter @braces_stripes or kik: mrsniallhoran112898 or email: 

This is not a joke.  Send it to me.  I'm serious.

Ok, my rant is over.  But all that I said above, isn't a joke.  I'm dead serious.

I respect your opinions, but don't send hate to them.

So, there you go for all you Hicolle (Harry and Nicolle) fans. :)

You are welcome.

Love you.












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