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...


24. 'You girls are unbelievable, I'm lucky to be a dude.'

It had only been a day since the fight but since then I had been cooped up at Amelia’s place. After I’d left that day I had decided not to take any phone calls, in case anyone would decide to change my mind about things. First it was Niall calling like crazy, and then Louis, then Niall again, then Harry, and then the whole One Direction at one time. Next time I’m just going to disable voicemail, so I wouldn’t be bothered.

The first thing Amelia actually did was to take my cellphone away, she didn’t want me to get interrupted by that she called ‘meaningless calls from a superdouche’.  In the beginning I was really hurt, didn’t know what to even think, much less what to say. That was the reason that I ignored everybody, I didn’t know how I felt about the whole thing.

But as the hours passed I realized that I pretty much overreacted, I could’ve at least listened to what he had to say, and instead of taking offense to everything he said. I knew that when he was mad he sometimes didn’t think each thing that came out of his mouth through. And I guessed that it was the case this time also.

‘I want my phone back, I feel like I’ve been dying without it, so give it back.’

I was arguing with Amelia over getting my phone back, but she was reluctant to let me have it back.

‘You are just going to crawl back to him, so oh no.’

She waved my phone in front of my face as she mocked me and stuck out her tongue. Something she hadn’t expected though was my awesome reflexes and I snatched the phone right out of her hand and ran towards the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

‘You are not going to find anything in there; I erased all your text messages!’

Amelia yelled from the kitchen and I let out a quiet growl, sometimes Amelia wasn’t the best of friends, since she didn’t get the whole ‘relationships’ stuffs. Just because she was lovey dovey with Ed right now, didn’t mean that she was any kind of relationship guru.

I decided to text Harry, he was quite a gossip and would give me all the inside information of what I had missed, and if he was reluctant I could always bribe him with something.

‘What have I missed?’

It was short and brief, not revealing any emotion, I was just wanting the information right now, feelings and stuff like that was for a later time. It took only a few minutes before I got a reply.

‘Where r u? He’s been worried sick.’

‘Want 2 meet up?’

I texted, I didn’t really have the time to stay here anymore, I really needed to solve this mess once in for all.

‘Ur place. 10 min.’

He replied and with that I opened the bathroom door. Amelia jumped out in front of me trying to pry the phone out of my hand with something that would resemble ninja moves. It ended up with her falling flat on the floor and me laughing my ass off.

‘Just tell me you didn’t text him.’

She huffed as she looked up towards me, massaging her butt carefully. Wow, that sounded wrong, but you know what I mean.

‘For your information, I didn’t text him, I texted Harry and now I’m going back to my place. I love you to death and thanks for your help, but I can’t stand you anymore.’

I wrinkled my nose and helped her up before I started to pack my bags, getting ready to go back to my own apartment.


‘Is this door never locked?’

Harry frowned while he closed the door and sauntered over to my kitchen table.

‘Only when I don’t want to have visitors.’

I simply shrugged and offered him a seat beside me.

‘Let’s get this over with. You ask me a question, and I ask you a question. Deal?’

He nodded and I motioned for him to start.

‘Where did you go?

‘I was at a friend’s house.’

‘My turn. Why did you stalk me over the phone?’

He kind of blushed when I asked him this question.

‘To be honest, we were quite worried. Well, Niall was being Niall whining like a baby.’

‘Did you like me stalking you?

He wiggled his eyebrows and I burst out laughing, so typical Harry.

‘Oh yes, yes I did. Should I talk to him?’

He nodded and agreed with me.

‘I know I overreacted a bit, but yeah, I’m a girl so I tend to do things like that.’

Once more he nodded and agreed, this time though with a huge snicker on his face.

‘You girls are unbelievable, I’m lucky to be a dude.’

He got off from the couch and walked over to the door, when I didn’t follow him he turned around and stared at me.

‘Are you coming or what?’

He tapped his foot, looking rather impatient.

‘What do you mean? I’m not going anywhere?’

I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, I wasn’t going anywhere? At least I hadn’t planned on going anywhere.

‘I’m escorting you to Niall’s place, take the bull by the horns and so on.’

He went down on his knees and grabbed my shoes, got up again and grabbed my jacket and threw them all the way over to me in the couch.

‘Get dressed, we are going, nothing you can do about it, this is an intervention!’

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