Dirty Little Secret - A Niall Horan Story

Everybody has a dirty little secret. Want to know what mine is? My dirty little secret is that.. Well, I am someone elses dirty little secret. Niall Horan's dirty secret that is. A secret he isn't so keen on letting the whole wide world know about. But as everyone may know, is that the thing about secrets is that they often don't stay hidden for long...


15. 'He hasn't asked you? Or even talked to you about it?'

We looked everywhere but we couldn’t find my damned phone. After a while we just sat down and started going through all the events we had gone through, from the end to the beginning. If we had gone from the beginning towards the end we would have come up with the answer a lot quicker because after a while we both realized that my phone must be in the car.

Ed called his people and after a while the doorbell rang and Ed got up and opened the door. One of his crewmembers were standing there, phone in hand and I couldn’t help but to ran up and hug him before he left to do something more important than run around looking for lost phones.

‘I don’t even want to you how many missed calls you have.’

Ed muttered as he slumped down in an armchair, making himself very comfortable.

‘I can tell you that it’s two figured and not only from him but Harry and Louis as well.’

I looked down at my phone and read through all the text messages, some very worried and some of them were angry and some of them were just plain confusing. 

‘Maybe he thought you were ignoring him or something, so that’s why Harry and Louis called?’

Ed chimed in and I nodded, that was probably the case. At least with Louis, he would always make sure that everything was okay, he was that kind of person. Harry and I were friends so I guess that he called because of that, and well, he is a curious bastard to say the least.

I took a deep breath and decided that it was time; I had to call him back and answer for myself. It wasn’t going to be easy and he maybe would want to chop my head off, but I had to take it like a man, or well, like a woman. Men weren’t really good at handling things like this.

I dialed his number, which I knew by heart, how embarrassing that was to admit it was true. I waited one tone, two tones, and three tones and then he answered with a worried voice.

‘Alex, are you alright?’

‘I am, I lost my phone and I didn’t realize it.’

And after that he just lost it. He started yelling at me for being irresponsible, that I couldn’t just wonder off without my phone, especially since I’d been hanging out with Ed and everybody knew my name and so on.

’There is no need to yell at me, I said I was sorry.’

‘Do you even know how worried I’ve been about you?’

He continued to yell about how bad it was of me not to call, text or anything so he would know that I was alive. He said that I could just have used Ed’s phone, but he wouldn’t listen when I tried to explain that I didn’t realize that I actually had lost mine.

‘It isn’t that hard, you could’ve just checked Twitter or called Ed earlier.’

And when I said that another rant began about how he shouldn’t have to check on the internet to know where his own girlfriend is and that he thought that we had better communication than that.

‘I said that I was sorry, I really mean it.’

I pleaded but all I got in reply was a snort and then he didn’t reply. I could understand where he was coming from but really? I said I was sorry and nothing bad had happened and everything was alright, couldn’t he just accept my apology and let it be?

‘If it makes you feel better I can call you every time I do something. Like go to the bathroom, make myself a sandwich, answering the phone or why not when I’m fluffing my pillows?’

With a sarcastically tone I hung up the phone and threw it next to me on the couch. Ed groaned and I looked over towards him with a raised eyebrow.

‘How are the two of you going to get along when we arrive in New York?’

‘What are you talking about? I’m not going to New York?’

I questioned and a look of realization came upon Ed’s face.

‘He hasn’t asked you? Or even talked to you about it?’

I shook my head and he looked genuinely surprised. For a second he looked deep in thought and then he looked at me again with a sad smile on his face.

‘I thought he would at least ask you, everyone else is going.’

‘Can you please start from the beginning, you are confusing me!’

I huffed at him and he took a long breath and started making more sense.

‘As you may or may not know, One Direction is playing at Madison Square Garden Monday evening. I’m the opening act so to say, so I’m also going to be there. And with everyone else I mean that Liam has invited Danielle, they are sort of back together. Louis is of course taking Eleanor, Zayn is taking Perrie and last but not least, Harry is even taking Taylor Swift. And now you are saying that Niall hasn’t even asked you to come?’

I knew that Niall wasn’t really keen on us going public, he didn’t want it at all and I understood him. After the picture of us leaked nothing more came up since I was always hanging around with Ed they probably just thought that it was a fluke. But this, well this actually hurt. Especially when I now know that Harry is taking Taylor, even the womanizer has got some balls.

I was about to answer Ed when my phone started to ring again, not even bothering to look at the caller id I pressed ‘answer.’

‘I’m sorry, I overreacted. Please forgive me?’

Niall pleaded.

‘When where you going to tell me about Madison Square Garden?’

I asked with a cold voice, I was actually dying to hear what explanation he could come up with. He became silent and it didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing that he didn’t have a quick answer. That either meant that he wasn’t going to tell me about it and needed to think through an excuse, or he was going to ask me but now he was trying to explain in a good way.

‘If you would’ve answered any of your calls I would’ve asked you.’

Was his final answer, I didn’t really know whether or not to buy it, but heck, I could at least play along and see how it all plays out.

‘I want you to come, I really do, don’t doubt that, I’ve really really missed you.’

His voice was rough and hushed and I couldn’t help it, I realized how much I’d actually had missed him. 

‘I guess I’ll see you then.’

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