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.










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12. Kiss Me


(A/N: I will probably only write in Nicolle and Harry's point of views occasionally. Like 9/10 of the story will be in Niall or Hannah's point of view. There are just certain times when I throw in Nicolle and Harry's. )

Harry Styles -

"So, how good are you at bowling?" I asked Nicolle while tying my rental shoe. She was doing the same.

"I'm pretty good. You know me, I'm very competitive." She smiled while taking a bobby pin from her pocket and twisting her short, black, choppy bangs back.

"Well, if I must say, I am very good at bowling." I say and she just looks at me with a Are-You-Kidding-Me look. She knows I'm lying. I couldn't bowl to save my life. Let alone play any sport besides football.

I just smile and walk up to the ball dispensing machine and grabbed a black ball with the number 10 stamped on its side. I placed my thumb, middle, and ring fingers in the holes and took my stance. I swiftly walked toward the painted line on the light coloured hard wood floor. I swung my hand with the ball attached behind me then forward again releasing the ball.

The ball glided on the floor while spinning. It went straight down the middle, eventually coming in contact with the front middle pin. They battled till the death, and my ball soon knocked down all 12 pins.

I jumped in the air with victory then spun on my heels to meet Nicolle's gaze. She was smiling but still had her arms crossed across her chest.

"I can do that too. Don't be too proud of yourself, Styles." She says while walking towards the ball retrieving machine with sass. She picks up a hot pink ball with the number 8 imprinted in the side. She slipped her fingers in the holes then walked up to the painted line like I did moments earlier. She carefully swung her right arm back then forward releasing the pink sphere and watching it stroll down the lane, knocking down all pins. She spun around on her heel and pursed her lips. I mocked her pursed lips only pushing my lips out further to make a duck face, which I knew annoyed her. She rolled her eyes and went to sit down while I took my turn.

We played multiple matches and talked a lot. I found out that she dropped out of Oxford for graphic design, and was now going to someplace in France next year to study musical studies. Which didn't surprise me considering her love and talent for playing the bass guitar. Almost better then Niall. No, no ones better than Niall. I found out that she got her second tattoo. Which she refused to show me in public because it required taking off her shirt and unsnapping her bra. (She will show me it. I wont let her get away with not letting me see it.). Her parents were doing well. She's missed us hanging out. A lot.

When we got back to the hotel Hannah had already put our bags in our rooms. Nicolle and I were sharing a room. I unlocked the room using the key card. When I walked in I saw two beds. Damnit.

"So Nicolle. Wanna show me that tattoo now love?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

"Fine. But if you don't like it, keep your comments to yourself." She said. Then she began to take off her shirt. But stopped.

"You've seen me in a bikini. So I'm trusting you in my bra. Can you restrain yourself styles?" She asked.

"I'll try." I smirked.

She began lifting again. This time the shirt came all the way off . She was standing in front of me in a hot pink bra that made her boobs look amazing. She had a great body and I definitely wasn't complaining. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was standing in front of me with her skinny jeans hugging her perfect figure, and no shirt, only bra.

She was stunning.

She turned around so her back was facing me. She unsnapped her bra but held on her body with her hands.

Her back looked amazing. Starting just above her bum was a spectacular trail of orange and yellow monarch butterflies whisping and winding up Nicolle's back until they reached the nape of her neck. The artwork on her skin was phenomenal. Outstanding. Beautiful. Terrific.

The artwork was so carefully done, much detail and hard work had gone into the masterpiece inked in her skin. This made all my tattoos look like shit.

I kept admiring the beauty of it all until Nicolle looked over her shoulder and caught a swift glance at me.

"Do you like it?" She asked buying her lip immensely.

"Yes. God. That's wonderful. Who did it? I want to call him." I said while she was now turned back in front of me holding her breasts and bra in place.

"It was actually an ex-boyfriend of mine. And I wouldn't suggest calling him. He kind of hates you." She said still holding herself.

"Hey Harry?" She asks looking down at me.

"Yeah." I asked

"Can you snap my bra for me. If I take my hands down it will completely fall off." She said nervously.

I stood up and grabbed the two pieces of hot pink lace dangling at her sides.

"Sure, but honestly I don't mind if it falls to the floor. But it's your call, so whatever." I say chuckling and finishing snapping the small pink painted clips back in place.

She spun around and hit my harm lightly.

"HAROLD!" She proclaimed.

I held my arms up in defense.

"Just stating the obvious truth." I said while falling back on the bed that I had chosen to be mine.

Moments later Nicolle laid beside me, now wearing her old Beatles t-shirt, and cuddled against me. Bringing her head to my chest and settling it there. I felt her delicate fingers dance along the hem of my shirt, and I watched them dance around my chest drawing circles and hearts.

"I can hear your heartbeat." She said in the silence we were laying in.

"I'm not surprised, I'm not dead you know." I laughed

"I know. It just sounds so, peaceful."

I didn't have anything to say to her reply, so instead I insisted we play a game.

"Want to play twenty questions." I asked while running my fingers over the neat fishtailed braid I had put in her hair earlier. Hannah taught me how to do it. Don't get any ideas.

"Sure. You start." She said

"When did you have your first kiss?" I asked.

"Yesterday...." She said smiling shyly.

I smiled down at her and she smiled up at me.

"Hey, I may have had relationships, but I never kissed anyone. Not on the cheek, lips, hand, nothing." She said.

"Well. I'm glad to be your first kiss." I said while leaning down to kiss her hair. She giggled

"Ok my turn. What do you want your first child to be, and what name?" She asks

"Girl. Darcy Anne Styles." I state confidently. "You?" I ask

"Girl, Darcy Anne as well." She said.

Darcy was our favorite name. We used to talk about favorite names all the time back in Holmes Chapel, Darcy was by far our favorite. Anne because of my mom, and her grandmother.

"Great name. My turn, who I the hottest member in One Direction?" I asked

"Oh, Zayn by far." She chuckled. I gave her a fake hurt expression.
"Just kidding. If you must know, it's you." She blushed.

"That's what I thought. Now. Your turn." I say

"Who has been your favorite kiss, like actual kiss, tongue and everything?" She asked while now sitting straight up from her previous position. I did the same thing sitting across from her while crossing my legs.

I thought about her question, then answered it truthfully.

"I've kissed many girls like that. But don't have a favorite, because I never really liked those girls." I state.

"Oh. Ok. Well, I don't have one either, because, we'll I only kissed someone once, that was you. And we didn't do that..." She stated while playing with her bangs.

"Want to try?" I blurted out. Damn it.

"Kissing?" She asked.

"Yeah. I can teach you." I said wiggling my eyebrows at her.

"Um, ok. Oh and Harry, I am definitely right. You haven't changed a bit." She says smiling.

I start to lean in.

"So I guess I can kiss you anytime I want now?" I say getting closer.

"Not quite." She replied while getting even closer, until our lips met. I started moving my lips on hers and she did the same back to me. It started to hurt my neck from being so hunched over so I grabbed Nicolle's waist and pulled her over to me. She was now straddling my lap while running her fingers through my hair. Our lips were moving in perfect sync, and I must say. She was really good at this for a beginner. I pulled her as close as I could possible get her to my body. I decided this was the perfect time.

I licked her bottom lips lightly but she didn't really catch on. I pulled away for a slight seconds, but our lips were still touching. Our eyes were closed and we were panting from no breath.

"Open your mouth when I lick your bottom lip." I whispered on her lips. She shook her head lightly signaling a yes, and I started up the kiss again.

I did the bottom lip licking again, and this time, she opened her mouth. I then dodged my tongue in her mouth, and she did the same to me. Our tongues explored each others mouths. We did this for a while longer until she broke the kiss.

"That. Was. Fucking. Amazing." She said in between breaths.

"Agreed." I said as I pecked her lips again.

Then my phone started vibrating on the bedside table. Nicolle rolled off of my lap and sat beside me on the bed leaning up against the head board. I grabbed my phone off the table while Nicolle took my free hand and intertwined our fingers together. I took my phone and answered the call from Hannah before smiling back at Nicolle and our intertwined fingers.

Good god. She was incredible.
 

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OK. So this is the last Harry point of view chapter for a while. As well as Nicolle. There will be more, just not as many as Niall and Hannah. The next few chapters are all about Niall and Hannah. There will be some Harry and Nicolle just not as much since I just did a full chapter on them. Anywhooooo- Harry and Nicolle's couple name is Hicolle. Because if it was Nicolle's first letter on Harry's name, it would be Narry, which is Niall and Harry bromance name. So I'm asking you lovely readers to find a couple name for Hannah and Niall and ill choose the best one!

I love you all.

Thanks for reading.

Massive thank you.

-Morgan.xx




 

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