Kiss Me I'm Irish

Hi. You don’t know me, but my name's Morgan Abrams. My best friend Lexie, is dating the one and only Louis Tomlinson. I’m not famous, I mean, why would I be? I’m just the useless best friend of Louis Tomlinsons girlfriend. Who gives a flying fuck about me, besides my best friend herself? Anyway, I’m 18, I have hair the colour of Ed Sheerans and it flows in loose natural curls down my back, and ends about 5 inches from my bum. I have freckles. I hate them. I’m very insecure. Oh, and I have dark brown eyes, I’m fit, I sing, and play guitar. I’ve played since I was 5, but no one really cares. Lex says I’m really good, but I don’t believe her. I’m from Galway Ireland. Lex and I have been friends since I moved to London when I was 13. My parents still live in Galway with my little sister, Abby who's 8, and my brothers, Clayton and Tanner, who are both 16. Ok enough about me I’m just gonna get to the point. This is the story of how I became the ever so famous girlfriend of Niall James Horan.

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1. Today Is A Big Day

(Moragn's POV)

“Morgan Ann Abrams! Get your lazy ass out of bed!” Lexie called from the hallway, then barged into my room.

“Why! It’s so early! I just want to sleep!” I moaned.

“Yeah, well, people in Hell want ice water, and your not carrying a bucket. And remember? The boys are in town today! They just got back from vacation in Paris. Louis’ downstairs. We’re going to go meet the other boys at Harry’s flat at 2.” She said while scanning my closet for something for me to wear.

I had never met the boys. Well, besides Louis. But the others. No. Today is going to be a big day. I’ve seen pictures of all the boys. So I knew who was who. And Lex and Lou have told me all about them. So I know all their phobias and how they act. None of them seem to interest me, except Niall. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just the fact that we’re both Irish?

“Ugh. Fine. What time is it?” I said sitting up on my elbows.

“12:30. You have an hour and a half to get ready. Hop to it.” Lexie said while throwing me some white high wasted shorts and a flowy, green belly shirt that had a know tied in it right above my belly button. With that she walked out of my room.

I made my way to my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My naturally curly ginge locks of hair were everywhere. “Ew.” I said out loud in disgust as I stripped naked. I turned on the shower and hopped in. When I was done I grabbed two towels. One for my hair, one for my body. I made my way back to my bedroom. I ran the towel up and down my legs and arms and body. When I finished drying I put on clean underwear and a leopard print bra. I put on my shorts, but waited I put on my shirt until I blow dried my hair. When my hair was finally dry, I just left it loose and curly. I finally made my way to the makeup table. I did my foundation, then I put on some gold eyeshadow and a little eyeliner on my top lid. I finally tipped it off with mascara. My makeup wasn’t like I was going to a club or anything. It was just cute, flirty and casual. I slipped on my shirt. I checked my iPhone. 1:45. I made my way downstairs to find Lou and Lex making out on the couch.

“BEST FRIEND ALERT. THE BEST FRIEND HAS ENTERED THE ROOM.” I shouted at them. They looked at me and started laughing. I chuckled myself too.

We made our way to the door and put on our shoes. I laughed at the fact that we were all wearing toms. Mine were silver and sparkly. Lexie’s were hot pink to go with her bright blue skinny jeans, and pale pink tank top. Her hair was straight. As always. In a long dark ponytail on the back of her head. Lou’s were navy blue to match the blue stripes on his shirt. Him and his damn stripes.

Lou and Lex were in the front of the car. I sat on back listening to ‘The A Team’ by Ed Sheeran through my head phones. By the time that song, plus, ‘Rolling in the Deep’ by Adele and ‘Want U back’ by Cher Lloyd were all over, the car pulled to a stop.

I looked out side to see a huge hotel. We walked inside and made our way to the penthouse on the last floor. The elevator door opened. We walked to another door with the number 232 on the mailbox next to the door. Lex knocked.

“Who is it?” A voice from inside asked. 

“Lexie and Louis and Morgan.” Lexie announced. The door unlocked. There, right in front of me was Niall. Niall Horan. Niall James Horan. Oh god.

Why the fuck am I fangirling?

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