Picture Imperfect (Niall Horan)

{Book 4} When Niall Horan falls, he falls hard. The moment he lays eyes on Cassie Barnett, he's in too deep. Past relationships —including the one with Amabel's ex best friend— have not gone as planned. Is he the reason for breakup after breakup?

Cassie Barnett has eyes for Niall's best mate, Zayn. Niall's desperate attempts at getting her attention just might be enough for her to fall for him instead. Could she be just what he's been waiting for?


1. Cassie

Hola, and Welcome!

This is Picture Imperfect, a Niall Horan fanfiction.

This is the fourth book in my independent series. This means you don't have to read all the previous books to read this one, but it'll give you a better understanding of the story line, plot, characters, etc. I have cast actors and actresses to play the people in this fanfic. If you don't know who they are or what they look like, I suggest you Google them.

NIALL HORAN as himself

HARRY STYLES as himself

LIAM PAYNE as himself


ZAYN MALIK as himself



ALY MICHALKA as Marley Pennington (in Feel Again)

NINA DOBREV as Parker (in Humane)

BRITT ROBERTSON as Amabel (in Back For You)

This is the order of my One Direction series so far:

{Book 1} Back for You (Harry Styles) - COMPLETED

{Book 2} Humane (Liam Payne) - COMPLETED

{Book 3} Feel Again (Louis Tomlinson) - COMPLETED

{Book 4} Picture Imperfect (Niall Horan)

This story takes place during late August - late October 2014 in The United States. 

Please do not publish this story anywhere else without talking to me first. I will also be updating this fanfic on wattpad.com, where you can find my other works as well.

I hope you enjoy this story, and thank you so much!

-Alli xo





1 - Cassie

I don't go on a lot of dates, but when I do, they're with Louis Tomlinson. That's right, you heard me correctly. I went on a date with Louis Tomlinson from One Direction, and he wasn't horrible like I expected him to be. In all honesty, I was thinking he would not be what he's like on TV or in interviews and stuff but I was proven wrong. He was nice and funny and I had a nice time.

See, my best friend-and Louis' girlfriend now-, Marley set us up. She liked him at that time and thought I needed to rid myself of the single life and find a boyfriend. She's right; I wanted a boyfriend, but not Louis Tomlinson, no. I am glad they ended up together, honestly. They're great for each other. I don't know all the details since I stayed in Nashville while she went off with him and his bandmates. I only met them once. Oh, I also met Harry's girlfriend Amabel and Liam's girlfriend Parker. They seem nice enough, I guess. I haven't seen any of them in about a month, but it's not like I don't have friends here. I do, I hope so. It's my third year at the University of Tennessee. Go Tigers! Anyways, Louis and I were never into each other-I don't think I could stand him-so we pretended like it never happened. The boys seem really nice as well.

I am not a fan of their music, and when I told Louis that, I knew he was offended. It's not that I dislike them; they are just not what I listen to. I am not an eight-year old girl. In fact, I told Marley those same exact words, I believe...or something close to it. I am into bands, but not...boy bands I guess. I have nothing against One Direction, don't get me wrong. I only know a few of their songs like "Little Tight Dress" or something, I don't know.

"Cassie! You're going to be late for your first day of school!" My dad calls me from downstairs.

I groan. He's acting like I'm still in high school. News flash, I haven't stepped foot in a high school in three years. "Coming!" I shout back down. I throw the covers back. Surprisingly, I am wide wake, despite the fact that it's six in the morning. My feet carry me to my bathroom in my room and I throw my brown hair into a high bun to get it out of my face.

My shower takes 15 minutes and I shave my legs twice. It's hot as hell-like it almost always is-and I bought some new shorts last week for school. My hair is left down and I straighten it. My hairs' layers look nice when it's straight. I made a good choice at the hair salon last month. I dress in black cut off short shorts and a white tank top with little black crosses all over it. I'm not that religious but I thought it was cute. Once my contacts are in, my makeup is done and my shoes are on my feet, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head down the massive staircase. People tell me all the time that they love my house but I just think it's too big. My dad and my stepmom work all the time so I spend most of my time alone. The pool in the basement, the movie theater and the video game consoles go unused by me, I don't need them. Occasionally i will use the pool but other than that I don't use any of it. My dad is an Anesthesiologist, so he is paid extremely well. My whole life I have gotten what I needed, and I make sure I don't take it for granted.

My parents divorced when I was nine, and my mom had a bit of a gambling problem so she left. I don't have many fond memories of her but I choose to ignore the ones that resurface. I am not mad at my mother. I believe she did me and my dad a favor by leaving. Who knows what would have happened to this family? My step-mother, Angie, is really nice and her and my dad married when I was twelve. She doesn't have any kids so it's the three of us living in Nashville.

When I get downstairs the tables is full with food so I sit down and eat while scrolling through my phone to check my schedule one last time. Classes start in forty-five minutes and the drive will take me a good half hour. I know my way around campus, obviously, so I am not as nervous as I was when I was a freshman.

"Thanks for breakfast, Angie," I smile at her. She is drinking her morning coffee and doing crosswords. She and my dad are perfect for one another.

"Hi honey," my dad welcomes her, coming into the kitchen. He sees me at the large table and walks over, planting a kiss on my head. "Have fun at school today."

"Mmhmm," I mumble, popping a grape in my mouth. I clear my plate and rinse it before placing it in the dishwasher.

"I'll see you for dinner!" My dad calls from the door.

"Wait, Mark, don't forget to pick up your dry cleaning!" Angie reminds him before the door closes.

"Well, I'm off as well. See you later," I say, standing up and putting on my backpack.

"See ya, sweetie," she kisses my cheek.

I am so close to Angie, it's like she's my mother. She didn't raise me but she was there to help me get my first bra and she was there when I got my first period in seventh grade. Angie was there for all the fun stuff that a mother usually does with her daughter. My dad and I are lucky to have her.

When I arrive on campus people are diffusing into different buildings. I have my schedule memorized; thank goodness I only have seven periods a day. Some days I only have two classes, but today is my busiest week day. In high school, I had nine periods. First, I have Economics, then American History (boring), then Photography, then Journalism. After Journalism I have lunch, which gives me an hour to kill. At that time I usually go to the library or walk to the nearest McDonald's for a milkshake with my friends.

Unfortunately, I have no corresponding classes with my friends so I am alone most of the day it seems. When I begin to make my way inside, people stare at me and I find a few of them whisper. I only hear snippets, like, "her dad paid for her," and "doesn't deserve" and "probably has bad grades." I frown. What is going on? I never heard anything like this last year, or the year before. They think the only reason I got into this school was because my dad got me in? Are you kidding me? My peers should know that I am smart. Second semester senior year of high school I finished with a 3.8 grade point average! What the hell? I shoot the people whispering dirty looks and they shuffle away.

I find my first class and still have three minutes before the bell rings. I already am looking forward to the end of the day when I can go home. One might be wondering why I am living at home while going to college. U of T is a wonderful school and it's not like I am not paying for staying with my dad. I had a job during the summer-Marley used to work there with me before she got her current job-at a nail salon just down the street from where I live. I fill up the gas in my car and pay for my own clothes. My home is like a dorm room, really. I pay my dad a little each month. I am an adult and I figured why pay thousands of dollars for dorm rooms when the drive is only thirty minutes? My dad and Angie don't seem to mind that I am sticking around.

The bell rings, and I unpack my things. I am seated in the back of the room, so I can see every single person that turns around to stare at me. I give one guy the finger for staring too long. The teacher walks into the room and writes, "ECONOMICS" in all capital letters on the board. He begins to lecture about what stimulates the economy and how it affects our daily lives and I try to pay attention, but it's so hard when the topic is so boring.

I don't even know why people are talking about me really. I am not some air head that got into a great school for nothing. I worked to get here. Yes, I am no Valedictorian, but I am above average. Plus, these people don't even know me, where are my friends? I rest my chin on my hand and day dream about anything but the Economy.


When classes are over for the day I walk to my car and avoid all the pairs of eyes on me. What's with them anyways? I keep my head down and don't look back as I pull out of the lot and drive home.

I take off my shoes once I get inside and walk into the kitchen. Angie is cooking something that smells of lemon and garlic. "Something smells good," I smile.

"Oh hi, you're home earlier than I expected," she looks over her shoulder at me.

I look at the clock on the stove. "Oh, guess the drive didn't take as long."

"Any homework your first day?"

"Yes," I groan. "I don't even know what happened in all my classes. All the professors said the same thing, it's was a real snore."

Angie grabs something from the cabinet and sprinkles it over the contents that's sizzling on the stove. "That's too bad. Your dad will be home in an hour so we will eat then."

"Okay," I agree and grab my purse and take the stairs two at a time.

When I get to my room I throw my hair up and change into sweatpants, tossing my clothes in the laundry basket. This summer heat and walking around campus has really gotten me sweaty. I really don't feel like doing my school work right now so I sit down at my desk and hug my knees to my chest. On my laptop I open Twitter on one tab and YouTube on the other. After and hour of aimlessly browsing the internet, the garage door is opened and I make my way downstairs.

"Hi dad," I greet my father.

"Hi sweetie, how was your first day?" he beams.

"It was okay," I shrug.

We sit down at the table and begin to eat. I can't help but think of Marley as I push my carrots around on my plate. She is off traveling and seeing things I might never get to see. Plus, she has an incredibly hot boyfriend with incredibly hot band mates. I am stuck here in Nashville going to a University.

I know I sound like a spoiled bitch but I have dreams. I am grateful for all that I have but I want to see the world! College is expensive and of course I want an education but going out and seeing the world seems like a lifetime away. Marley is my same age and she's a hundred steps ahead of me. I love Nashville just as much as she does, but that didn't stop her. And it won't stop me either. I am going to leave this city, even if it's just for a little while, and live my life. I had a great childhood but this is all I've ever known. I have only been to Disney World once but it's not that far from where I am now.

After I have cleared my plate, rinsed it, and placed it in the dishwasher, I am washing my face and getting ready for bed. Before I turn off the light, I text Marley.

I miss you, how are things going? Skype me sometime, we need to talk. (:

I really hope we can video chat tomorrow. I'm not sure where she is on this continent but we're practically sisters so we tell each other everything. As I wait for her reply, my eyes flutter closed and I drift off into sleep.

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