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.

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12. Coldplay and Casual Football

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Sunday passed quickly as I found myself in the small litle theatre again. This time, Mary and John weren’t there. This was worse.This gave me worse elephants. The whole band was there. I suddenly felt tingly in my belly when all ten eyes were one me.
“What song do you wanna sing, Emma?” Harry asked.
“Viva La Vida by Coldplay.” I answered.
“Nice choice. We sang that at X-factor.”
That doesn’t help at all. That means they have experience singing this song. I wasn’t great at singing but I was able to sing audibly. I picked this song in honor of my father. He loved this song, and he used to sing it to me before I go to sleep. My dad was special; he wasn’t like other dads. Because he sings well, instead of bedtime stories, he sings the songs I request and if he doesn’t know, I would teach him. I was like our little music session. Our greatest father-daughter quiet time, when we’re not gaming with my brother, or playing football.
The instruments that Coldplay plays are just amazing. I play guitar myself and I’m comfortable with notes.
I felt the colors of the notes go by as I sang the chorus, my favorite part. I closed my eyes imagining my studio at the house. I got over my stage fright when I played guitar at my school talent show. The trophy I won for it gave me courage and confidence.
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing,
Roman Calvorie choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field,
The melody of the song was great and I felt a connection with music. I remember my dad always telling me whenever I sang, “Emma, I can feel it in my bones, that someday, you’ll make me proud when you go on a stage and perform for others.”
I hope my dad’s word come true because I want to become a performer, whether I sing, play guitar, or rap, I want to make my dad proud, even when he’s not here. He’s still in my heart.
The song ended as I opened my eyes. The guys were staring at me. Did I do something wrong?
“Emma, did you take any singing lessons?” Liam asked, jotting down notes. I bit my lip.
“No, but I sing very often so I guess it gives me practice.” I replied. He nodded.
“Okay, the next phase of this test is the rapping. You’ll be given four categories of difficulties: Beginner, easy, medium and hard. This is for the girls who are uncomfortable at this skill.” Zayn read off the script. I laughed mentally at that.
“I’ll pick hard. I want a challenge.” I grinned.
“Are you sure? It is pretty hard.” Zayn asked again.
“Mate, I’m pretty sure she’s capable of doing this.” Niall covered instead of me. Zayn looked at me skeptically as he nodded at the DJ to turn the music on.
Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys came on and the lyrics on the screen came rolling up, like the credits in a movie. This song? It was really easy.
Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa
Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Hey boy I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....
There was a curse in the rap. I’m not comfortable cursing. Even if I’m a tomboy and most stereotypical tomboys curse, I don’t like cursing. The most I’ve done with curse is saying damn. But otherwise, I don’t like cursing. From there, I ended the rap because I was getting out of breath and also because I started hiccuping. Silly me.
“Holy.” Zayn mumbled with amazement.
I slipped into the huge closet, chugging down a bottle of water to stop my hiccups. When I saw the instruments, it was too beautiful. “Wow...” I muttered under my breath.
I picked up the electric guitar as my first choice. I strummed some chords and heard the beautiful sound of the strings.
I stepped out of the closet with the guitar, strapped onto my body.
“What do you want me to play?” I asked them.
“Do you know any of our songs?” Niall asked. I raised my eyebrows.
“I only know that really annoying one, no offense,” I looked at them solemnly, “but I only know What Makes You Beautiful. But I am not willing to play any of your songs. Is, uh, Maroon 5 okay? They have an epic guitarist and I know a couple of their songs.” I reasoned.
“Sure. Is Wake Up Call okay?” I nodded. The song was really nice but I think the lyrics are a little bit weird. I think shooting a man just because your girlfriend cheated on you is wrong. But I like the melody and the guitarist in the band. And his blonde long hair is so cool. Okay, stay focused, Emma.
“I just need the sheet music to read off of.”
A man of thirty jogged up to me, giving me the notes. I tuned the guitar to the best I can and fixed some of the loose strings. I nodded at the DJ signaling I was ready, once again.

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I looked up with a face of satisfaction. It wasn’t really my best, but I think I did well. All the boys were dropping their jaws with their eyes opened, ready to pop out.
“Have a nice day!” I smiled and waved as I left the room like nothing happened.
I knew I played the guitar well. I know I sound like I’m arrogant but honestly, I’m not. It’s a fact that I play guitar well. I did a few gigs in my hometown of Boston. I was recognized by many of the people in my University for my guitar skills. I was a professional guitar player as I played it everyday. It was one of the only things I felt that I was really good at, that I’ve mastered.
Taking the elevetor to my room, I yawned ferociously. Even singing, rapping, and playing guitar makes me tired. I’ve been feeling tired a lot these days. This gameshow must’ve taken a lot of my energy. I lied on my bed once I got there. No wonder the people gave us a lot of freetime.
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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, recharged with energy. I looked at the caller ID to find Jake calling. I picked up and heard screaming in the background from Mike.
"Hey, guys." I knew I was on speaker phone because the boys and I made an agreement to put each other on speaker phone when we're with another one of us, unless we mention that we want to talk privately.
"Hi!" Mike screeched in pain. I laughed, I can sense that James had punched him for winning Call of Duty because I can hear the background music.
"James, stop punching Mike. Why'd you call me Jake?" I asked, scolding my younger brother.
"Just calling. Heard that you got first place in the website contest thingy."
They saw me on television. Oh god.
"Yeah, I guess so. I hadn't even known that there was a contest at all." I answered. The screaming of Mike stopped.
"You like Niall, yet?" he asked.
I couldn't tell them this because, well they're... boys. It would be uncomfortable for me because we usually talk about the latest football games.
"Nope. And I'm not planning to." I let the lie slip out of my mouth. Surely they would forgive me for this if they catch me.
"Oh sure..." James teased. I laughed. Good thing they couldn't see me blush.
"Haha" I laughed sarcastically. I glanced at the clock for the time. I must've slept for an hour as it was tea time already, "I've gotta go for tea time." I excused myself.
"Tea time? What are you becoming, Emma? You're becoming English! You're using British terms." I can literally feel Mike's smile all the way here in London.
"Oh, I spent a lot of time here anyways. I have to go." I hung up after saying our goodbyes.
I slipped on my sneakers and took the stairs from the sixteenth floor down to the cafeteria. Niall wasn't there. My heart seemed to dampen at the thought of him not here. Poor him. He and his bandmates are still probably judging the rest of the girls. I seated next to Jackie as I have been doing for the past few days with my multiple plates.
"Hey, Jackie." I sat down.
"Hey, Emma." Jackie stuffed her mouth with the last bit of chicken on her plate. I chuckled as I stabbed the chicken and chewed it.
It felt nice to make a girl friend. I'm able to talk to her about my feelings. About Niall.
I felt like this competition is turning my life around.
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The next day Niall woke me up. I had the next two days off because I had finished my performance.
"Emma, I was wondering if you wanna play some football with the lads. Would you like to go?" he asked.
"Football? Ew!" I screeched.
Niall took a step back with shock. Then I laughed hilariously.
"Of course I want to go! Your face!" I took a deep breath and saw his confused face again, making me bursting out laughing again, "Your face was priceless!"
Slowly, his mind unravels and understood my joke. He starts chuckling with me. We laughed for a couple more seconds as I clutched my stomach. My laugh must've been contagious for him to laugh along with me.
"Let's go." I stood up and slipped on my shoes to go out with him. I saw Felicity stare daggers at me. Nial was oblivious to the fact and when he looked at her, she was fake smiling, batting her eyelashes. I can't stand her. I started walking faster and Niall had to run to catch up. Once she turned and entered a door, I started to slow down.
"Emma, are you... okay? You just looked at the girl like she's a devil or something." He said.
That's because she is.
I shook my head. "It's nothing. I had an eyelash near my eye and it hurt."
What a lame excuse. But Niall seemed to buy it.
Once we got to the soccer field behind the building, I gaped. The field was so big and I guess, beautiful. I was going to definately enjoy this game.
"You like it?" Niall smirked as we walk toward the other boys. I nodded ferociously. Like it? More like love it!
"Okay, here are the teams. Niall, Emma and Harry while Zayn and Liam and I on the other team. Okay?" Louis divided us.
Louis placed the ball into the middle as the game started.
Liam took the ball as he was the fastest from us all. I wasn't fast but I had very quick reflexes and am very vigilant of my surroundings. As Liam came towards his goal, I stole it, dribbling it on my feet and bumping it on my knees to prevent Zayn who was catching up to me from stealing it from me. Eventually, I got closer to my goal and I passed the ball to Niall who was a few feet away from me.
He then swiftly shot the ball a few inches away from Louis' hands. We got the goal!
We continued the casual football game until the score was 5 to 5. There was two minutes left.
I was dribbling the ball once again, dodging Liam's and Zayn's swift movements.
Then I saw a small figure that came closer and closer. Felicity.
What was she doing here?
"Felicity, get out! I'm gonna crash into you!" I shouted.
"Exactly as I planned." She smiled, evilly.
She stuck out her highheel as I tripped over it. I passed it to Niall who quickly made it to the score while Louis was in shock. He then quickly rushed to me.
I got a huge scrape on my arm for landing there instantly. I clutched it. There was a rock that scratched my skin. It was red with drops of blood.
I stood up as Niall took me upstairs. The rest of the boys were staring, not knowing whether if they should go with us or leave us alone. They decided to leave us alone as Niall held me and we walked together to the room we share.
"Are you okay?" Niall asked as he took out the First Aid Kit. He took a bandaid. I pushed his hand down.
"Let me do this. My mom is a nurse." I took an alcohol cloth and dabbed my wound. It stung like crazy making me breathe out a strain.
"Are you sure you're doing this right?" he asked with my pained face. I nodded.
Next I put the ointment on to speed up the process of the healing.
"Now you can put the band aid on." I spoke as I saw him holding onto the bandaid. Niall placed it on and I looked up once he finished. I stare into his blue eyes that made my skin have goosebumps and my heart beat faster. He broke the silence making me blush furiously.
"So... That girl we passed by and tripped you, Felicity, how do you know her?"
 
 
 
 
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Hey guys, sorry, I was very busy during Thanksgiving break! Happy belated Thanksgiving!
I had writer's block for a long time :( but we hit the half way point to the book! This book will probably have around 24 or 25 chapters.
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Also, one of my closest friends @agentrainbowz and I are making a collab book on our joint account @tootato. It's a Louis Tomlinson book, with him as a superhero. I'm so excited! :) So go check it out! I posted the prologue already.
Thanks for reading and see you next week! Don't forget to vote and comment!
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~Fawn, xx

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