Little Things

Another 1D fanfic :) Not too much drama because I hate imagining fighting with the boys. Rated red because of swearing and a little sex too. Comment if you like it :)


10. Ten

Tears stung my eyes as I read the report over and over. I can take rumours, I can take the constant following, but this... this was something else. This had pretty much taken me and tore me into shreds, like I was nothing, like I wasn’t even a person. Niall’s game spent with plain Jane. The headline read. If that wasn’t bad enough, it gets a whole lot worse...

“Niall Horan’s girlfriend of two years looking washed out as they visit Derby to watch their cup match against Manchester United. The question we want answering is why stay with someone who looks like that? Niall, you can have anyone you want.”

And that’s only the beginning. The report calls me fat, boring... anything bad you could possibly say about someone is in this report. As the tears started to fall, I put my head in my hands, the drops soaking the paper. That reporter was right, Niall can have anyone he wants, why is he with me? I’m no supermodel, like the report says I’m a ‘plain Jane’.

In the blur of crying and reading, I hadn’t heard Niall moving upstairs, he came down to the kitchen and instantly wrapped his arms around me. “Babe what’s wrong?”

“Look...” I said pointing at the paper. He let go of me to read what the report said, his fist clenched in anger. “He’s right though... you can have anyone you want.”

Niall lifted me up, sitting me on the side. “Yeah he is right, but I don’t want anyone else I want you.”

“Why?” I whispered.

“Why?” He looked straight into my eyes. “You are beautiful inside and out. Everything about you is perfect. You’re not plain, you’re not fat, definitely not boring and as for ugly? This dickhead is blind! Do not read this bullshit and believe it Nat. It’s all lies, every single word. These people have nothing better to do in their lives than make everyone else’s crap. You are better than that, you know deep down this is just a loada shite!” I smiled weakly. “Look at that picture they have of us...” I glanced over. “Does that look like someone who isn’t into you?” I shook my head. “I don’t care if you don’t wear make-up all the time. You always look amazing to me, hell you didn’t start wearing it properly till you were about 17; I wanted you when I was 14. So what you’re not a stick, I don’t want you to be. I love your curves, gives you individuality and me something to grab a hold of.” He smiled, laughing slightly. “I love you for you, the papers and paparazzi can fuck off! You are everything to me, what they say may as well be in Japanese because I ain’t reading it. They don’t know you like I do, they don’t even know me! Please, please don’t let them hurt you, they’re not worth your tears.” He smiled, kissing my nose, making me laugh. “There’s my princess...”

I kissed him softly on the lips. “Here’s my prince.”


I was still reeling from the report in the paper, how could anyone even say that? They have no right! Gonna ask Simon if I can retaliate, I’m not having any one slate the girl I love like that, no one slated Perrie or Taylor when they were with Zayn and Harry, well not to the extent that they laid into Nat. Now I was on the way to the studio I was pretty sure they guys would’ve seen it by now.

As I opened the door, Simon and the guys turned to look at me. “Niall what time do you call this?” Simon asked, obviously not happy that I was half hour late.

“Erm, sorry. Nat was a little upset...”

“Well you can’t fight your girlfriend’s battles all the time.” My blood boiled.

“It wasn’t like that, have you not seen the sun?” He just looked up at me. “Well there’s a report in there slating the hell outta her.” He didn’t say anything and just walked off. I sighed, slumping in my chair.

“Dude, is she okay?” Liam asked. He was always quite protective over Nat, they all were, she’d been a part of the group from the off just like me. I nodded, not really wanting to talk about it again, knowing it would only upset me. I hated seeing her hurt.

We heard the door open, and Simon came walking back in. “Right, this needs sorting. I think you need to take Natalie to The Sun’s HQ and do a joint thing to stop this happening again.”

I sat up, all of a sudden feeling alert. “You think?”

He nodded. “Yes, now go home and get Natalie. I’ll make the arrangements with the Sun and let you know alright?” I nodded, saying bye to the guys, leaving to go get Nat. I’m so glad Simon wants us to sort it.


Buying a paper, my heart was beating faster than anything. The interview me and Niall gave yesterday would be in here. It was gonna be interesting to see if they twisted anything we said. I’d cried yesterday when we were talking, Niall had held my hand the whole way through. Simon had told him it needed doing and once Niall had talked to me about it, I agreed. I’m not expecting them to be all nice and paint me as perfect but there’s slating me then completely ripping me apart.

When I got back Niall was already downstairs cooking breakfast. “Heyy!” I said sitting on one of the stools.

“Heyy Nuke. Bacon sandwich?” He asked. I nodded. Flicking through the paper, I was nervous wondering how this retaliation was gonna read. Niall placed my sarnie in front of me, kissing my temple. Taking his place next to me, we dug into our food. Niall turned the next page of the paper and there it was. No headline, just two quotes, one from me and one from Niall.

“I’m no plain Jane!” says Natalie.

“I prefer Nat with no make-up. She’s naturally beautiful.” says Niall.

We sat in silence reading it. It looked to me like they hadn’t twisted anything and what we’d said was right there. It was a relief, I grabbed Niall’s hand and squeezed. “See babe? I knew Simon wouldn’t tell us to do this if it wouldn’t work.”

“I know, still kinda nerve racking though. You’re used to all this media stuff, I’m not.” I said softly.

He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. “Doesn’t matter. All that matters is I love you.”

“I love you too!” I kissed him passionately. “I was thinking after the tour, maybe we could start talking about the wedding?”

His face broke into a smile. “Sure, I can’t wait for you to become Mrs Horan.” He said winking, kissing me lovingly. I couldn’t wait to become Mrs Horan.

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