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.


35. Reality Ruined My Life.


Hannah Styles -


I really hate the dark. And I mean hate it. Unless someone is sleeping beside me, I am terrified. The past several weeks I've been okay, because Niall slept next to me. But if he weren't there, I'd probably sleep with the light on. Ask Harry or Niall, they both got me nightlights for my bedroom back in Holmes Chappel. Niall got me a shamrock, him and his Irish pride. And Harry got me a racecar, for God knows what reason.

Anyways, back to the dark. I hate it. And right now I'm terrified because I cant see a damn thing, and I can't force myself to move or open my eyes. I hear mumbling, but can't make out full sentences. Words like 'She, Paris, up, Conn-'

Ohhhh. Connor. Riiiiiiiight. Damn. Totally forgot about all that mess. Hey, maybe I should get used to the dark. I really don't wanna deal with all of that.

"Banana wake up please." I hear someone whisper in my ear with an accent.

"Your eyes are twitching, so you are obviously hearing me somewhat." Niall. I knew, I knew that accent.

"Darlin', please." And now I felt a pressure on my hand. And 5 fingers being laced between my own.

"I'm tired.." I mumbled. HEY! I talked! If I had enough stregnth to pat myself on the back right now, I would.

"Harry! She's talking!" I heard Niall shout, making my head pound. I once again attempted to open my eyes, which worked sucessfully. Whoop whoop, I'm proud of myself.

"Niall, shhh, I'm tired." I said squinting at him, and his devilished hair, signs that he obviously ran his hands through it a couple million times. He did that all the time when he's stressed or worried. And to be honest, it's fucking sexy.

"Hannah, babe, you need to wake up, we all need to board the jet to go to Paris. Zayn and Liam went back to the hotel and grabbed your things. It's time." He spoke slowly, running a hand through my curls. I gently smiled at him.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked him.

"I know, and I love you too." He said, and kissed me lightly on my nose.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, finding the stregnth to sit up.

"About 7 hours. You had Niall crying and freaking out, and he wouldn't believe me when I told him you used to do this all the time when we were kids and whenever you were shocked you'd faint. Like at your 8th birthday party and we got Jess, and instantly you were out like a lightbulb." Harry said wwhile bringing me and Niall both a cup of tea.

I smirked at the memory of that birthday party, when we got our cat, Jess. Well, I don't actually remember all of it, considering I passed out...

"Sorry for scaring you Ni... It just suddenly all clicked and my brain was like overflowing with thoughts, so my natural instinct was to pass out." I said, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers.

"It's alright, love. Just shocked for a bit. Are you going to tell us why Connor is doing this> You seem to be the only one that knows." He said, pressing a feathery kiss to my cupids bow.

"Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall, Harry, Nicolle, Hannah! Your jet is ready!" Elizabeth yelled from the kitchen. Suddenly, Nicolle, Zayn, Liam, and Louis appeared from no where.

"I'll tell you guys on the plane...Wait, the other boys are coming with us?" I spoke to Harry and Niall.

"Yes, well, we decided it wasn't very safe for them to stay here, or fly back to England. We never know what Connor will do." Elizabeth spoke.

I looked over to Liam, Louis and Zayn, they all gave me sad smiles, which I returned. Sighing, I let go of Niall's hand and stood up, wobbling a bit from my still pounding head. Niall shot up next to me and held my waist, steading me.

"Thanks, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be back, then I guess we'll load the jet." I say to everyone in the room.

"Okay." Niall says. Everyone starts to head to the door, grabbing bags and stuff to take to the roof, where the jet was landed.

I swear, royalty gets everything.

"Hannah," Niall says as I start to walk to the restroom. "Don't do anything you know you shouldn't. And, I love you." He says in a low, soft, and comforting voice.

"I love you too." I say turning away to the loo.

When I'm inside, I lock the door, and I raise my hand to my face, and look at first my wrist, where the white gauze is still wrapped around my cuts. The cuts that would soon change into scars. The scars that one day I would have to explain to my children, and one day, they will explain to their children. I studied the white gauze, and the shaky, yet readable black words embedded into the materal.

"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you,

You'll never treat yourself right, darlin' but I want you too,

If I let you know, I'm here, for you,

Maybe you'll love yourself, like I love you."

Next, I looked at my hand, my small hand, that always felt like a a pea compared to Niall's huge one. I stared at my ring finger, where the silver band decorated with three diamonds, two small and one large. It was simple. Just the way I liked it. Nothing over the top. It was beautiful.

Now, I look up and and turn to stare at myself in the mirror. My curly hair is matted in the back from laying on it for seven hours straight. My face, doesn't look half bad. I look lively, and, well pretty. Which is rare for me to believe. I look happy. But then I remember what's going on in my life. How screwed up it really is at the moment, and the only thing keeping me grounded is my friends, my brother, and my boyfriend.

My life is far from perfect. Being a celebrity's girlfriend and sister isn't all that it's cracked up to be. And to be honest, I love it. I love it a lot. I love my brother. I love Liam, Zayn, and Louis. I love Perrie, Danielle, Nicolle and Eleanor. I love my family. I love the Queen. I love Niall.

My life will never be the same. It will never be a fairytale. This is reality.

And Niall was right when he sang,

'Reality Ruined My Life'.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

The End (of book one)



This story means so, so, so, so, so, much to me. And I hope it mean's a lot to you guys too. You all made this possible. You made my dreams of writing a reality.

This is truly amazing, to have finished a book. It feels fucking great. Thank you.


Sequal is coming later this year!





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