Irish Boy

Ellie is the loving girlfriend of Irish pop star, Niall Horan. After their Take Me Home tour is finally done, she finally has time to spend with her favorite people in the world. Just as she and Niall start to get close a fellow band mate, Harry Styles to be exact, starts to fancy her. Will she choose the boy who has loved her forever or the English heart throb that is head over heels for her? To make matters worse, a certain fortune telling Mr. is back and is ready to make sure that their fortunes come true. Who is loved, forgotten, and left for dead? Read all about it in Irish boy.

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8. Louis POV: Tweets

Harry stares at me with wet eyes as he adjusts my tie and combs my hair to the side, the way Olivia likes it. His curly hair has been styled and his suit has been pressed to a crisp.
“Lou, are you nervous?” Zayn calls from the side of the room, where he is looking at his phone and jabbing random characters into the screen.
“Yeah, mate, you nervous?” Niall chimes in, jumping up from a comfy seat and staring me dead on.
“I don’t know guys. Yes and No...” I answer back, turning around and pouring myself a glass of wine and sipping on it carefully.
“Explain the Yes,” Harry presses, walking towards me and filling a glass for himself.
“Explain the No,” Zayn pipes up, still typing on his phone.
“Explain the dinner plans,” Niall jokes, throwing an arm around me and then chucking a beaded pillow at Zayn, “GET UP.”
I move away from all of them and press my lips together in a thin line as I find a spot on the soft pink couch that is scattered with tiny beads. My words didn’t seem to fit together. Love, Fans, Olivia, Reputation, Family: They just didn’t seem to fit. If I loved her, it shouldn’t matter. If I cared about my fans, I wouldn’t do this. If I wanted to start a family, I had to do this. If I cared about the band, I wouldn’t do this. Looks about tied for both ends.
“Spit it out, mate,” Niall whispered, grabbing a glass and sipping carefully on the red liquid.
I took a deep breath and just let it pour out, “I don’t want to ruin her, mates. I love her, more than I can even comprehend. But..if I love her, I should pick what is best for her, which isn’t me. She should be marrying a Texan, not a British heartthrob. The fans are going to kill her. Zayn! You know that! But...I want a family, a real family with my own children. I’m not going to have that family with some random celebrity because management thinks it would be the best thing to do. I haven’t said it publicly because I didn’t want to upset anyone if I backed out, but it’s now and I still have no idea what I’m going to do!”
I see Zayn shake his head and walk over to me and place his hand on my shoulder. I feel an urge to cry but I choke it down.
“Lou, do you love her?” Harry asks, walking up and placing his hand on my other shoulder.
“More than I even know,” I cry, pulling my fingers through my hair.
“Do you imagine yourselves spending all of your lives together?” he asks again, looking me in the eyes as he pulls my hands away.
“Yes, I do.”
“There you go. Go through with it!” Harry smiled, wiping away my tears.
“In just two simple questions, you figured out my fate?”
“It’s all you need,” he smiled again, passing me my phone, “You know what you have to do now.”
“Can it wait until after?”
Harry rolls his eyes, “No, it can’t.”
I grab the phone and open twitter and prepare my tweet. Send.


“There,” I smile staring at Harry, “Let’s go.”

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