FaceBook [n.h]

What happens when one day, Rosie's facebook messenger beeps, and a complete stranger texts her? Will he change her life, and show her the other side. .. the side where love isn't just money, and sex. Where love is something special, and hard to find. But you don't need to look for love, because love looks for you..
Will Rosie find out who, Niall Horan, the stranger from Facebook, is? What if he wasn't exactly what she thought he would be?
~ Facebook, a Niall Horan fanfiction which isn't just a typical love story... it's something a little different than that.
by Vasilena Marin, and Crazyteenxx


24. Erika, and Harry what?!

"So, what are you guys going to do since you won't be studying?" Harry asks.

"Rosie can show me around Bradford. Right?" Niall says, and glances at me.

"Sure," I agree.

"Alright. Have fun," he says, and goes back to the room as he took some tacos along with him. 

I am curious about what I saw yesterday between Harry, and Erika, and also if something more happened. I guess I will just wait until later on in the day, and I will ask.

"What are you thinking?" Niall questions.

"Nothing," I say hoping he forgot that I was going to tell him what happened yesterday. Apparently, he did. Phew.

I go back downstairs to take a shower, and get dressed.

When I was done I went to the basement room to change, but when I entered Niall was in there.

He looks at me, and smiles. "Someone got wet," he says making me chuckle.

"Yea, but someone needs to get out of the room so the wet girl can change."

"I won't look."



I wait until he turns completely around, and I turn around as well. I put my panties, and bra on, and also a tank top. I glance back to check, and make sure he wasn't looking. 

"NIALL!" I scream as I met his eyes.

"What.. I am a person too," he innocently states.

"I hate you. Honestly."

"Hey I didn't see anything."

I shake my head in disappointment. I put my towel away even though I don't have any shorts on, but at least.. better than no panties at all. 

"That ass," he thirstily says. I give him a glare, and get out the room. I place the wet towel in the dryer, and go back to get my pants on. 

I found my old favorite sweatpants laying on a chair, so I decided to just put them on, because I wouldn't want to wake Erika up.

"You look cute. Let's go," Niall said.

"Can we do that later please," I complain.

"No, let's go," he pushes me out the room. "Fine," I murmured. 

I went upstairs, and quietly knocked on the door, but received no response. I slowly cracked the door open, and what do I see...

Those dirty assholes doing something.

"What the fuck!" I yell.

Harry quickly jumps off her, and she scream covering herself with the blanket.

"What are you doing here?!" she stupidly asks.

"I live here, and what the fuck!" I exclaim again.

"I will explain," Harry says. Right. I just got pissed off, and he gonna try to explain. Ha! I'd more likely kick them out the house.

I went to my wardrobe, and took some clothes, and gave Erika the 'I'm watching you' glare with the fingers, and left. 

Niall was in the kitchen doing god knows what.

"I'll be back in a minute,"  I told him, and went to the bathroom to change.

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