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!


2. Chapter Two

Niall's POV:

I sat in my house, just lazing around. It was great to be home from touring, and just being with my family.

I was currently sat on the couch. The TV was on the news, showing Harry's house back in Cheshire with several girls outside his house.

I laughed. Our fans were awesome, but it can get annoying, like times like this.

I stood up, walking over to the window. I peeked through the blinds, and there were some girls there too.

I went back to sit on the couch, and opened the bag of potato chips beside me.

I started eating, and went on Twitter. I had millions of new tweets, and grinned. I made a new tweet.

"Morning guys. How are all of yea? Good to be home x"

I got thousands of responses as soon as I posted it, and just shut off my phone.

I continued to watch the news, eating away as usual.

Suddenly, outside, the girls started to scream. I ignored them at first, but they wouldn't shut up, so I got up to go to the door.

Before I could reach it, it flung open and 4 boys rushed in; desperately closing the door and locking it.

"The hell? Why are you guys here?" I asked in my Irish accent, looking at them.

"Well, we were all texting each other, and decided to go on vacation for awhile," Harry spoke with his British accent.

"Why wasn't I apart of this?" I asked, shoving my hand into the bag of chips. Liam chuckled.

"Because. We knew you'd say yes anyway," Liam explained, also in his British accent. Let's just say they all had British accents, except for me. And they were also brunettes. Except for me, again.

"So... what? You just waltz in here announcing we're going on vacation?" I asked, throwing some chips into my mouth. They looked at each other and nodded.

"Yeah, pretty much," Zayn agreed. I paused, and then shrugged, crunching loudly while eating. Liam got annoyed and grabbed the bag from me.

"Hey!" I complained.

"Go get packed up first, Nialler," He said, calling me by my nick name. I sighed.

"Alright. Come help me though, so we can leave faster," I walked upstairs to my room.

The boys followed in.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked, grabbing my suit cases out of my walk in closet.

"Somewhere hot, please." Louis pretty much begged. We all agreed, and packed stuff that I'd need.

"Where's your guys stuff?" I questioned, picking up two suit cases.

"In the limo," Harry said, grabbing one of mine, and the boys taking the others.

We walked back downstairs, and I said goodbye to my parents.

"Bye guys, I love you!" I hugged my mom, Maura, and my dad, Bobby. Weird names, I know.

My mom cried and hugged me. "Goodbye my little leprechaun! I love you!"

I laughed and hugged her back, and then hugged my father.

"Bye dad," I said. He hugged me back, and I pulled away.

We left the house, and our body guard, Paul; blocked off the fans.

I got into the limo, and so did the boys.

"We have to decide where to go," Zayn spoke up. I nodded, and by the silence, you could tell everyone went into thought.

"Narnia!" Louis exclaimed. We shot him a look, and he frowned. "Alright, no Narnia, jeez..."

"How about... California?" Liam asked.

"Does it snow there?" Harry asked.

"Nope," Liam answered.

"Great! California, here we come!" Louis yelled.

I stood in the airports bathroom, fixing my hair. Harry was beside me, fixing his hair as well.

My dirty blonde hair spiked up messily, and my blue eyes just stood out slightly.

I looked over to Harry, who shook his head, and fixed his hair for the 10th time.

"You done now?" I asked, grabbing my backpack off the counter. He chuckled.

"I guess this'll have to do," He nodded, and walked out. I followed, and Paul stood there waiting for us.

There was a whole bunch of flashes, and screaming girls as we walked away, surrounded by security.

I stopped at a bakery we were passing, but everyone started yelling at me.

"NIALL! We don't have time, come on!"

"Alright alright!" I continued following them, until we made it to our plane. Liam, Zayn and Louis were waiting there.

We all turned to Paul, and he looked at us.

"Oh no... What now?" He groaned.

Harry chuckled, as Liam patted his back, and spoke, "Paul, we're going without you."

He looked surprised, but then shook his head. "No, you guys are One Direction. I'm not letting you go out to California, ahem, the United States alone."

Zayn groaned. "Come on, we're big boys Paul!"

Paul sighed, and scratched his head. "Boys, just let me come with you."

"Are you saying you don't trust us?" Harry asked, smirking. The rest of us gasped, and stared at him. He fidgeted under our gaze, and sighed.

"It's not that I don't trust you... it's just..." He trailed off.

"So you don't trust us?" I gaped at him, causing all of our smirks to grow as Paul was stuck, trying to find words.

He finally gave in. "Alright, I don't trust you guys. How can I not? Harry and Zayn party all the time, not to mention Harry walks around naked. Louis wanders the streets with Zayn, 'looking for friends'. And Niall would just break into Nandos to steal the food!"

"Since when have I done that?" I questioned. They all looked at me, and paused.

"Well... It'll probably happen sometime soon," Liam said. I paused and then nodded.

"Yeah, probably,"

We all laughed, and went back to begging Paul.

"Please Paul! We promise, you won't see anything bad in the news. No naked Harry, no partying, no Louis in the streets, and no break in's," Zayn reassured him.

"Wait, what about me?" Liam asked.

"Exactly! Liam hasn't done anything wrong! He can babysit us!" Louis exclaimed. We agreed happily, and Liam's eyes widened.

"Dear God no, don't make me do that," Liam pleaded Paul.

"LIAM!" We all yelled.

"Alright, fine, I'll babysit you idiots." He sighed.

"See? Let us go please Paul!" Harry begged, getting on his knees.

"Pleeeasseee?" We all followed Harry, going on our knees and praying.

Paul groaned. "No."

We stared at him with puppy dog eyes, and he stared back.

"Fine! Get out of my sight now, you sick people," He joked, pushing us towards the steps up to the airplane.

"Thank you!" We cheered, climbing the stairs excitedly.

"Yeah yeah," He waved us off, grinning. We got inside the plane, and Louis stuck his head out the door and yelled.

"We were joking by the way! Be prepared to see us all over the news!"

Paul's eyes widened, and we laughed hysterically, pulling Louis back in.

"Hurry, go! Go!" I yelled at the airplane driver, and we all took a seat.

Several hours later, we were in an expensive hotel room.

We dropped our bags upon seeing the room.

"Dear God..." I muttered, walking away. We all split up, wandering around the huge hotel suite.

"Holy shit!" I heard Louis yell. "We have our own pool!"

I walked into a bedroom. It was huge. It had an amazing view of the ocean next to the hotel, and the beach. There was a huge bed, and a flat screen TV plastered on the wall.

"Dibs on this room!" I yelled. After awhile, the other boys called dibs on the other rooms.

We all met back at the front door.

"Well boys..." Harry started saying, and we all smiled.

"Welcome to California!" Louis exclaimed.

"Party time! All day!" Zayn yelled.

"All night!" Liam followed, pumping his fists. We all cheered for awhile.

"Wait," I said, and they all stopped. "We can't drink in the US."

"Well, you, Harry and Liam can't since your 18. But I and Zayn can!" Louis high fived Zayn.

"Damn you for being 19 and older." Harry cursed, sticking his tongue out at them.

I smirked. "We'll just have to sneak into parties."

"But people will recognize us," Liam said, confused.

"Then we'll go to the darkest party place we can find, where you can't even see anyone's faces." I grinned.

We all cheered again, unpacked, and settled in the pool for awhile

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...