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.


11. Dates are formed

Hannah Styles-

"Hannah. Hannah, wake up." I hear a faint whisper in my ear then someone tapping my shoulder. The voice was low and from Holmes Chapel. It was Harry. I opened one eye and looked at him and his messy curls that were pushed back in a grey Beanie.

"What Harold?" I snapped clearly angry for him awakening me.

"I need some help. Can you come down here?" He asked

"Yeah. Hang on. I have to attempt to pry myself from Nialls death grip on my waist." I said with a small smile playing on my lips.

"Ok hurry up please. It's important." Harry continued to whisper as he hopped off the ladder and made his way to the front of the bus where the kitchen/living area was located.

I pried Niall's limp body off of me. Before kissing his cheek lightly and quietly sneaking from his top bunk to the floor. I peaked in Harry and Nicolle's bunk and saw Nicolle rolled over in an awkward position to where her Jack Wills sweatshirt rode up a little higher over her hips to show her lower back. I saw that she had a few butterflies tattooed there an it looked like they trailed upward on her back, but I couldn't see the rest of it due to the sweatshirt masking it. By the looks of it though it was a magnificent piece of artwork on her skin.

Once I finished stalking out on my best friend, I made my way to the living/kitchen area to discuss whatever my brother decided to discuss. I grabbed my phone from my bag in the abandoned closet that it had been thrown into this morning. I checked the time. 8 a.m. Really Harry? You only let me sleep for 4 hours? Douche. I finally reached the living room area where I found Harry sitting at the small table attached to the wall with two booth seats on either side of it. He had two cups of Yorkshire already sat out. I took my seat across of him after giving a smile and wave to Paul, who was driving the bus.

"Alright. What do we need to discuss. We all have jet lag. That's why we are all asleep if you haven't noticed Harry." I mumble while stirring the dark colored steam liquid in my little white mug.

"It's Nicolle." Harry says quietly so no one else would hear. Even if they were up.

My eyes shot up to his face. Expecting him to say something along the lines of 'I don't really like her.' Or 'Shes not my type.' But instead his face was flushed with a crimson red color.

I better take this moment in. My brother actually likes someone.


"And what about her." I reply while taking a sip of tea trying to calm myself from fangirling about my brother. Awkward.

"Hannah. Don't play fucking dumb with me. I know that you know I like her. I like her more than I like Taylor Swift. And thats saying something. And I'm pretty sure she likes me too. But I decided I should ask you first just to make sure before I make a complete fool of myself." He says while readjusting his beanie.

"Yes. She likes you. But, you didn't hear it from me." I say looking around the room like I wasn't there.

"Alright. You said nothing. But now I need help." He says

"With what? You're fucking Harry Styles. Have you forgot that?" I giggled

"I haven't forgot that. It's just, Nicolle's different. I want to treat her differently than the other girls I've dated. I just don't know if I should ask her out now, or become super close with her again..." He stumbled off.

"Well, considering you haven't seen her since the 'Up All Night' tour, I suggest getting to really know her. Like for instance, did you know she dropped out of Oxford?" I asked him and his face looked shocked.

"What?! I thought she got a full ride scholarship?!" He says in a whisper/shout voice.

"She decided that it wasn't for her. See, you're missing a lot. Therefor, gain it back. How about when we arrive in Arizona, you two go do something." I suggested.

"Alright. Cool. Thanks Hannah. I love you so much baby sister!" Harry says while getting up and pulling me into a huge hug.

"I love you too Haz. And we're twins remember?" I ask while he lets me down.

"I'm still 3 minutes older." He says smirking and walking off. Idiot.


Harry eventually went back to bed with Nicolle, and I stayed up in the front seat of the bus reminiscing with Paul as he drove. I still had my tea and was sipping it lightly while taking in all the beauty of the urban parts of Arizona before we got to the city. Arizona was much unlike England. Here it was hot and dry. The temperature was blazing with the summer heat. In England all we ever have is rain. We have clouds, grey skies and fog. On good days we have sunshine. But in most days it just rains. Typical England.

"So Hannah, I heard about you and Niall." Paul says while wiggling his thick dark eyebrows at me in the mirror hanging above his head. I blush and smile like a mad man.

"Yeah." I giggle.

"Must I say you guys are unbearably cute together." He says while flipping on the turning signal and turning left on to an open highway.

"Thank you." I reply kindly

I still can't believe that I'm the official girlfriend of Niall Horan. Whew. That's unbelievable. And to think that Nicolle was soon (hopefully) going to be Harry's girlfriend was incredible. 5/5 of One Direction was going to be off the market. Uh oh. The fans are not going to be very excited about this....


Nicolle Aubertin -

"So, how about we go bowling when we get to Arizona. I've looked online and found a bowling lane close to our hotel." Harry says to me while taking off his Ramones t-shirt and chucking it on the floor before zipping up the curtain to shield our bunk from the rest of the bus.

"Sure. I'm sure the boys and Hannah all like bowling too. It should be fun. Plus I'm very competitive." I state truthfully while admiring all of Harry's many tattoos. Especially the two birds on his collarbone which I found extremely sexy.

"Oh no. The others aren't coming. It's just me and you. Kinda- sorta- like a- Uhm date. But it doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be." He says while fiddling with his famous paper airplane necklace that hung around his neck.

I can't believe what he just asked me. Harry Styles just asked me on a date.


"It can be whatever you want it to be Harry." I blush while adjusting my position to where instead of lying on my side, I was not sat up with my legs crossed.

"Then it's a date." Harry smiled cheekily at me. I smiled back.

"Good. Because that's what I wanted it to be too." I say sheepishly.

He smiles then mentioned me to come sit in between his legs. I did as commanded then I felt Harry start to play with my long black hair.

"Harry what are you doing?" I asked as I felt him start to braid some pieces together.

"Playing with your hair." I could hear him smile. I chuckled and let him be. I glanced around his bunk. Niall and his were the biggest with full sized beds. Zayn, Liam, and Louis had the twin sized on the other side of the hallway.

Harry's bunk had pictures plastered all over it. Mostly a giant timeline of him and the boys. He's got pictures from The X-Factor, award shows, his ok friends. His mum, Hannah, his cat, he's even got baby and kid pictures of the boys from before he even knew them. There's even one picture of me. The day before he left for the 'Up All Night' tour. We were standing there on his small front porch. His arm was slung around my shoulder, mine around his waist. I was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans, a Beatles t-shirt and a pair of Harry's house slippers because I had just stepped out of his house to take pictures before he left and I didn't feel like lacing up my combat boots.

He had on a purple Jack Wills hoodie and some faded blue jeans. He had on his old worn out black converse that I had gotten him for his birthday earlier that year. His neck was craned over to my face and he was kissing my cheek. I was smiling like crazy.

Call me crazy, but I can still feel his lips there on my left cheek. With his lingering scent filling my nose.

Wait. I actually do feel his lips on my cheek and his scent in my nose. Harry was kissing my cheek. Again.

"Nicolle..." He whispered. While his lips brushed my check as he spoke

"Yeah." I whispered back.

"I said your name like 18 times." He chuckled softly while pulling his lips away from my cheek.

Moment ruined.

"Sorry. What did you need." I asked.

"The hair tie off your wrist." He chuckled

"Here." I said while taking the piece of black thread covered elastic and handing it to him. He securely tied it around the flawless fishtail braid be had just embedded into my head.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Welcome." He says while grabbing my waist and making my back lean into his bare chest.

"Hey Harry?" I ask. This was it I had to do it.

"Hmm?" He replies.

"Can I kiss you. Not like tongue you, but just like, you kn-"
I was cut off by Harry's lips hitting mine and just being held there in a long peck. No we didn't swap spit. We didn't tongue. Our lips just touched and stayed. Like being captured in a picture. I automatically felt the sparks. And I know he felt it too because when his lips removed from mine he had the biggest smile ever.

"This doesn't mean we are dating. I just needed to know if I was right." I say shyly.

"Right about what?" Be asks

"Liking you."

"We'll good. Because I like you too." He smiled

I smiled back then spoke.

"Ok. Now, I don't want us to kiss again for a while. Because I don't want to fall for someone who I haven't seen in almost a year, then turn around to see he's a completely different person than he was 10 months ago." I state truthfully.

"Alight. I respect your request." He says smiling

"Thanks Haz." I say

"No problem." He says.

"WE ARE OFFICIALLY IN ARIZONA!" Louis voice rings throughout the bus.

Time for my first date with Harry Styles.
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