The Princess and the Prince

So, let's see. I met One Direction, and a guy named Noah. I'm apparently 'friends with benefits' with Mr. One and Only, Niall Horan. I'm pregnant with his child. My parents hate me. My ex-boyfriend is out to kill me. And now it turns out that Noah guy was actually Niall in disguise, and he didn't tell me for 9 months. I feel so loved!


8. Chapter Eight

Niall's POV:

I grunted as I walked back into the hotel room, slamming the door shut behind me.

The boys looked at me from the kitchen counter where they were all eating and laughing.

I flopped down onto the couch, flipping through the channels.

"Want something to eat, Nialler?" Harry asked me. I shook my head.

"No thanks." I answered. They all gasped, and everything went silent. I cranked my neck to look at them, confused.

"What?" I asked.

"You.. Niall James Horan denied food?" Zayn exclaimed with wide eyes. Harry, Louis and Liam mimicked his expression.

"Yeah... and?" I questioned. "Am I not allowed to not eat?"

"Yeah but... are you okay?" Liam asked. I sighed, annoyed.

"I'm fine." I said, turning away. Before I knew it, they were all around me on the couch.

"What happened with Electra?" Louis asked. Everyone stared at me. I frowned.

"Nothing happened!" I answered. Well, that wasn't completely true. I wanted to tell her that I was Noah, but nope. The taxi driver had to drive away.

"Niall, don't lie," Harry warned. I frowned again.

"I was going to tell her I was Noah, that's all. But then the taxi driver left before I could say anything. So now I'm upset!" I gave in, telling them what happened.

"Lad, you've only known her for 3 days though. Where are you going with this?" Liam asked, staring at the side of my face. I glanced at him, before standing up.

"I have no idea. But I think that's the end of that. She probably won't want to talk to Noah, too busy fan girling like the usual fans." I said aloud.

It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than the boys that she's just a regular fan. No one special to you.

Err... who're you?

Conscience, dumbass.

Thanks, it's nice to meet you too. Why are you just talking to me now? I have been alive for 18 years, you know.

I know. I'm just that little part at the back of your brain telling you what's right and wrong. And it seems like you need me right at the moment.

You aren't doing a very well job.

Does it look like I care?

You don't have a face...

Well... whatever! I don't care.

Good to know.

Hey! Don't insult me! I'm supposed to be smarter than you! You're supposed to be stupid and I'm smart, then I help you in the end and you get the girl. Its how the cliché thing works!

Well heads up buddy. I hope you know you're fighting with yourself.


"Niall?" Zayn stood up, and waved his hand in front of my face. I blinked, looking at him.


"We've been asking you a question for 5 minutes, but you just looked like you were fighting with yourself inside your head." Louis said.

"You have no idea.." I mumbled, sitting back down on the couch, and they worriedly looked at each other.

"Anyways, as we were saying. Do you like Electra, Niall?" Liam asked. I jumped, and looked at him.

"W-what? Ew, no! Of course not! She has.. um.. cooties! Eww.." I felt myself blushing, as I looked at my hands awkwardly.

It was silent.

"Um. Niall. You aren't 7 anymore. Girls are good. They don't have cooties." Harry said. I glanced up at him. He had an eyebrow raised at me. I just ignored it.

"I know that!" I snapped. "I don't like Electra, okay?"

"Then why is this so important?" Zayn questioned.

"Who said it was?" I asked, looking at him with worried expression. He shrugged.

"I was just asking." He said.

"You did say you were upset about not telling Electra you were Noah," Louis said. I stood up, and turned to the 4 boys sitting on the couch.

"I do not like Electra, so stop bugging me about it!" I yelled, and then stormed off to my room. I closed the door, and jumped onto my bed. I shoved my face into the pillow and groaned.

It was quiet, and the only thing I could hear was the boys murmuring from the living room.


I jumped and screamed, falling off my bed, and onto the floor.

"What the hell was that?" I yelled, sitting up.


I realized it was my phone.

I face palmed, and stood up. I climbed onto my bed again, and grabbed my phone.

"I seriously need to change that." I mumbled, and checked my text messages.

"i woke up next to niall horan this morning. what happened to u last night...? so confused. please answer, noah."

"Really?" I groaned.

Answer it, you fool!

I don't want to. I want her to leave me alone!

What'd she do to you?

Nothing. I'm just as confused as her right now. I do not like a fan. I can't like a fan. She isn't special. Nope.

Niall. Stop trying to tell yourself that. It isn't true, you moron.

I'm not answering it! I don't want any drama with the band!

Just answer it! I seriously doubt you are as confused as her. She woke up to a worldwide famous guy. IN THE SAME BED!

So what? I'd be fine if I woke up to a famous girl!

What if it were you and Demi Lovato?

Don't bring that up.

For the next 10 minutes, I argued with myself, and ignored the text.

I sighed, and turned off my phone.

Maybe if I just ignored her, she'd go away...


"What the hell, are you serious?" I screamed in rage, as I got the 10th text within 4 minutes. From Electra, AGAIN.

"nooahh? are u there? please i need to talk to you!"

I groaned loudly. It's been only an hour since I got the first text, and now I have 34. Freakin' 34! From the same person!

She isn't giving up. She must be really confused, really horny for some Noah action, or deeply in love with a guy she's known for 3 days. Probably all the above.

What are you, Harry Styles' conscience? You disgusting pervert, she isn't going to get horny for a guy she's known for 3 days.

Hey, I'm just you, but a deeper part that doesn't come out as often.

That's gross to think of.

It is!

I rolled my eyes and finally grabbed my phone.

I texted her back and she answered right away. We talked for about 10 minutes before she said she had to go. It went something like this:

Me: hey el.. sorry, i was asleep the whole time you were texting me.

Electra: oh im so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you... it was just an emergency

Me: no no its fine. So whats up?

Electra: so last night i was with you, yeah? And then we went inside, got drunk, and this morning i woke up to NIALL HORAN! I don't even know what happened!

Me: ...

Electra: where'd you even go last night?

Me: i don't remember much, but i think i wandered off with a girl and we explored the streets together...

Electra: ..oh..

Me: sorry.. i probably should have told you

Electra: its.. fine.. i have to go now.

Me: alright. Hang out again soon?

I stared at my phone. It's been 5 minutes, and she still hasn't answered. I sighed, and stood up, walking out of my room.

I walked into the living room, and the boys were sat on the couch talking. They went quiet as they stared at me, and I sat in between Liam and Harry.

I grabbed the remote, and turned it on. It was on the news. I was about to change it, when a familiar building caught my eye.

"There were several paparazzi outside the boy's hotel, and now there are hundreds of fans," The news reporter said. Soon enough, all of us had our eyes glued to the TV.

The reporter was right. On the TV, broadcasting live was our hotel. There was a pile of girls being blocked off from entering the building.

"Early this morning, there was a picture taken of the One Direction bands Niall Horan with a girl. It was claimed that they walked into the hotel together, laughing." The news reporter continued. A picture of me and Electra appeared on screen. I had my arm around her shoulders, and her arm was around my waist.

"Several hours later, at 10:04 AM, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan were caught leaving the hotel. About 40 minutes later, they returned with Harry Styles, another band mate." The two pictures popped up on screen.

"Seriously? I look horrible." Harry complained. Louis elbowed him in the rib cage, indicating him to shut up.

"Approximately 10 minutes later, Niall and the girl whose name claims to be Electra Andrews, exited the hotel together; holding hands." About 10 different shots of us showed up on the TV.

"What? No! I grabbed her hand after we walked out and led her to a taxi!" I exclaimed at the TV. The other boys looked at me, and back to the screen.

"Horan began talking to Electra, who was seated in the taxi cab, but the driver drove away; leaving the boy angry. He then stormed back inside the hotel." The news reporter finished, as she fixed her papers.

"Next up, we have pictures of the young couple, and Niall's band mate, Harry; at a party last night with a girl. Stay tuned." A few pictures flashed from last night.

I flipped the TV off, leaving the room completely silent.

Harry and I sat quietly. We both avoided the intense gazes coming from Liam, Louis and Zayn. Mostly from Liam though, because he was the serious one.

After a couple of minutes, Liam sighed. "Well, we're going to be in big trouble from Paul."

I looked at Liam, raising my eyebrows. "You aren't mad?" I questioned, confused.

"No. I mean, you guys were drunk. Plus this is a vacation. So what?" Liam managed to smile, and we all gaped at him.

"Liam isn't acting serious?" Zayn mockingly asked, causing Liam to roll his eyes.

"I can be not-serious, you know," Liam said.

"Not-serious," Louis giggled at the word.

Liam sighed. "Why are you guys so immature?"

"We aren't immature, Liam," Zayn said.

"We're..." Louis trailed off.

"Forever young! I wanna be forrevvveerrr young!" Harry blurted out in song.

We all laughed, and decided to continue watching the news.

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