Mismatched (Niall Horan)

Unique 1 ❝They say that opposites attract, but is it really true? Niall and I are two different people. Different in so many ways. Different. Mismatched. Opposite.❞ Trailer created by @ivorystars from Wattpad -:-:-:-:- Before reading... Please read the following rules: 1. No stealing. I worked very hard on this, sacrificing some of my free time in order to make this story. I would appreciate it if you don't steal it. 2. If you'd like to translate this book, please contact me by messaging me. I would be happy to say yes. But you have to tell me first. 3. Please do not advertise your books on my story. I will not read it and I will delete your comment. It is rude; I'm sure many other people told you as well. Thank you for reading the rules and make sure to keep them.


3. Applications and Approval


School droned on for the next four weeks. It went quickly, however. I was thankful for that because I couldn’t stand being at class for another minute-no-for another millisecond. As much as I love technology, enduring monotonous university classes was not a strong talent of mine.

I was eager for today because it was the last day of school. I finally finished my class courses from college. Just one last year of university until I receive my degree in computer science and I can finally become a technician. The dream that my dad had always wanted for me, to be as great as him. He wanted me to be like him. Because I admire hime so much, of course, I want to follow his footsteps. The first thing I needed was a degree in computer science after I graduate college.

Yet, something in the back of my head protested against it. It annoyed me that I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was like a toy hammer banging behind my head, obnoxiously shrieking gibberish that I couldn’t make out.

Racing home with my brother, I rode my skateboard. The college was very close to my house which was one reason why I decided to study computer software. The school, MIT was My brother studies computer hardware. I just happen to be in love with computer technology. It was definitely genes because my father is a technician. Well, he was one. It made sense why I want to be as well, then.

Reaching my destination, I looked back to see my brother panting and dripping of sweat as he jogged the last few steps to me. I laughed at the sight of him, completely winded. I had easily rode my skateboard while he ran all the way here. It was useful at times like this, so I can tease my little sibling.

Collecting the mail which seemed more abundant than normal, I entered the house, kicking my skateboard to the side. A fresh breeze greeted me as I walked into our dining room, causing my hair to fly back slightly. I checked the numerous pile of junk in my hands, sorting them all out onto the dinner table, for that was one of my “chores.” One of them, however, was addressed to me, which was weird because I never get mail. The technology world helps me to communicate to whoever I want. And besides, what’s the point of sending a letter to Mike and Jake when they’re both a block away? Aside from them, I don’t really talk to many people. Call me a loner but I’m satisfied with the number of friends I have now. Tearing it open, I unfolded the notice and read it.

Dear Emma,

I hope you are aware that you have entered The Next Big News.

I dreaded the next words. My heart was pounding at each syllable. I recognized that title. It was the one I entered into almost a month ago. The results were in, I guess.

Congratulations! You have won a spot for the show. It will start on June 3.

Oh my- that's the day after tomorrow! What was so interesting about me? I knew I should’ve listened to my instincts.

Thoughts flooded through my mind like a tsunami.

What do I do?

How can I get out of this?

How did I even get in this situtation?

I bit my lip as I continued to read on. The questions were answered in the rest of the letter.

According to the application you sent us, a jet will land near your house to come pick you up. Then you will be sent to London, where you will await for further instructions. We suggest you bring an ample amount of luggage, due to the fact thatyou will be staying there for a few months and an extra week if you are eliminated.

I'll be staying there even if I'm eliminated? Great. Just great. My stomach constricted tightly as my mind was started to cloud up with the aftereffects of my little ‘mind tsunami’.

According to the application, you agreed to the terms and conditions so you should be aware of all this. Thank you and we hope to see you soon!

From the producers of The Next Big News

I stood frozen in shock as James finally came into the room and stared at my wide eyes of shock and terror. Snatching my letter out of my paralyzed hands, he looked at it. After a moment he looked back up to my horrified face which had been like that for literally 5 minutes. I wasn’t stable right now. My breaths began to rapidly increase in speed. I felt like hyperventilating, or even fainting.

Taking note of my panic, James said, "Hey cheer up, Emma. At least you can turn down the offer when they ask you to fill the application of approval." He hinted a small smile. I lit up and felt the growing panic ease down. That was actually a good idea. How did I not think of that? Thinking of how brilliant James was, a smile creeped uponto my face as I looked at the genius.

"There's that smile." James said, smiling fully himself.

I laughed. Suddenly, a thought dawned on me. "Wait... What terms and conditions?" I asked, my smiling shrinking to a frown.

I scrambled to my room to check them. I never really read it. I thought all terms and conditions were the same. I mean, you can’t really blame me. Who even reads the same terms and conditions over and over again every time they sign up for Facebook or Twitter?

Snatching the cursed papers from the bottom of my desk drawer, I scanned it. Looking at it and actually reading it, I faced another horror. I realized that by applying for the game show, I agreed that if I got in, then I automatically am entered. No papers to sign, no permission needed from anything, no nothing! I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t stop this madness. I didn’t even realize how badly my hands were shaking.

What just happened?

Slumping back into the dining room, I sighed, "James, there is no approval paper... I'm already in." I groaned, defeated. I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

"Huh, well. Just go then. You might as well. You would be too lazy to fight." He objected. I looked at him like he had three heads. Then, my face turned back to normal.

"Fine. Because I will be too lazy" I laughed as James nodded vigorously.

Going back into our room, I packed enough for a month except for the things I'm gonna be using tomorrow. Tomorrow: the last day for me in my beloved hometown before I leave. I'm going to London. I've always wanted to go to Europe so I guess it won't be that bad. I brought a good amount of shorts, shirts, sweats, and hoodies. I packed plenty of undergarments as well.

For shoes, I packed my combat boots and sneakers. I wouldn’t need anything else. I don’t see any point of bringing flats. Not like I even have any high heels. Just the thought of those made me shudder.

I brought my guitar just in case I had some alone time and my MP3 with my black Beats. Bringing 6 games and my Xbox, I packed that too. I'll just hook it up to a TV and play when I'm bored. If I'm gonna stay there for a month, I'll need to decorate there. And no, not those girly decorations of Justin Bieber, or fashion stuff. My posters were of my heroes; my music idols. There were only a handful from the millions of fantastic, talented artists and bands.

I packed a bunch of movies, obviously my favorites. I decided to bring my skateboard, which I planned to ride to the airport. Is that even allowed? I packed it anyway. I brought my drumsticks because they will probably have a studio there. Bringing at least $200 and my credit card, I packed it in my wallet. Who knows how much I'll be spending? I’m going the London.

I zipped my luggage up which ended up filling 3 suitcases. 

Now that I think of it, London sounds exciting. All the landmarks, the accents, and all those foreign dishes just waiting to be tasted… I smiled to myself.

Would I rather go to new London with all its lovely features, or stay here with James and the rest of the idiots?

London it is.

I couldn’t wait to see the London Eye. Do they have Tony Roma’s there?

My mind slipped into a trance.

My body jumped up and down with joy as I thought of the new setting.

Exhausted from all the rushed events today, I pulled the covers up from my bed. I fell asleep, safe and sound, going over everything that had just happened and changed in my life.


A lot of things had happened in a blur.








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