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...


20. 'You are impossible.'

‘Well, this sucks.’

Amelia threw her hands up in the air and it looked like she was giving someone the finger.

‘What are you talking about? And what on earth are you doing?’

I threw a quick glance at her and then my eyes popped right back on the tv again, where they should be in my opinion. I didn’t have time for no Amelia drama, I was watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns.

‘I’m talking about this.’

She motioned from me to her to the tv and then she threw a pillow at me, which I caught perfectly and wrapped my arms around. All whilst my eyes were glued towards the television.

‘It’s Christmas time, everyone is at their families places except we, because you are staring at some boring tv-show and..’

My eyes flew from the tv towards her and I gave her the nastiest glare I could muster up.

‘What did you call my show?’

I lifted up the pillow above my head and started aiming it towards hers, she raised her hands in defense and started to apologizing.

‘Sorry, I didn’t say anything I just..’

She started and I threw the pillow square in her face before I turned my attention back to the tv.

‘That’s what I thought.’

I muttered and Amelia sighed a few times over the next ten minutes. My episode ended and I turned the tv off and turned myself around so I was facing Amelia.

‘You know that I don’t celebrate Christmas, and you are here on your own behalf so don’t blame me missy!’

I got up and walked over to the kitchen and started making myself a sandwich, Amelia followed and did the same.

‘But I have no one else to celebrate with and well, being with you is a hell lot better than sitting home alone drinking my sorrows away.’

She muttered and threw a piece of bread into her mouth.

‘Besides, Ed is off with his family so the one person I really wanted to spend this holiday with is not here.

She mumbled while she chewed.

‘It’s nice to know that I’m just your sloppy second.’

I patted her head and rolled my eyes and engulfed in my sandwich.

‘I didn’t mean it that way and you know it, besides, isn’t Niall with his family?’

I simply nodded.

‘And you weren’t invited? How long haven’t you guys been together now? Isn’t it time to meet the family soon?’

She questioned and I gulped down the food I had in my mouth.

‘I don’t celebrate Christmas, so that’s kind of a logical reason why I wasn’t invited. And second, there isn’t no standard time for when you meet the family, or?’

I stated and then I shrugged.

‘Besides it doesn’t matter, you could’ve been with Ed if you had just asked.’

‘You are impossible.’

She shook her head in frustration and I just gave her the thumbs up and smiled. At least there was something true coming out of that mouth of hers.


‘What’s this?’

I glanced over towards Amelia and saw that she was standing by my desk.


I asked and then she turned around with a folder in her hands. My face paled and I raced up and tried to grab the folder out of her hands, failing miserably.

‘Give me that.’

I tried but she wouldn’t budge, she was standing with her hands high above her head and I couldn’t reach the folder even if I tried. Amelia was very tall and that was without those killer heels she was wearing at the moment, now she was like a monster towering over me.

‘Oh, something secret in here? Now let me see..’

She opened the folder and grabbed a page from it and started reading.

‘At first I thought it was going to be hard to get into their world so to speak, but I soon realized that it was the easisest thing of it all. It was like they welcomed me with open arms, they wanted to share their world with me, or with anyone for that matter.’

Amelia was so ingulfed by the text that I managed to snatch both the folder and the piece of paper out of her hands. I quickly put the paper into the folder again and opened one of my drawers and threw the folder into it and slamming the drawer shut.

‘What was that? Did you write that?’

She looked at me with big eyes and I nodded.

‘Yes, I did, it is for my degree paper. Now leave it be, it isn’t done!’

‘I always forget that you are doing your last year at the university, but is it what I think it is about?’

She threw a glance at the drawer, I knew that she was tempted to read the whole thing.

‘I’m majoring in sociology what thing is better to write about then the world of famous people. Now drop it or I’m going to make you.’

I threatened and she just nodded but not before she threw a last glance at the drawer.

‘Some day I’m going to read that.’

She motioned towards the drawer and I slapped her hand away.

‘Maybe some time when piggy’s can fly.’

I murmured and walked out of there.

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