His London Eye (Niall Fan Fic)

She was having the time of her life on a class trip to London, when suddenly she's mistaken for a British Superstar, and her life changes forever.

Will Niall ever realize that the love of his life, is only playing the part?

Is she his London Eye,or his London Lie?


1. The Beginning


I stared down at the clothes scattered along my bedroom floor, a mess of colours spread out along every inch of what was once a spotless floor. I had only one hour left before it was time to leave for the airport. Nerves and excitement battled inside my mind. This was the trip of a lifetime going to London with 26 of my classmates for three weeks was something I’d never imagined I would be doing this winter break.


My phone started lighting up with the familiar personalised ringtone I had set for my best friend. I hesitated before answering it bracing myself for her deafening screams.


“We’re going to London!” were the first words that came out of her mouth, and as I had suspected they were not spoken –rather shouted loudly straight into my poor ears.


“I know.” I replied quietly. I wanted to contain my excitement as much as it was humanly possible.


“How can you stand to be sane at a time like this?” she asked me. I was packing my suitcase one handed, trying to balance the phone between my ear with my shoulder just so I could have use of my second arm.


“Trust me, on the inside I am the complete opposite.” I chuckled to myself just thinking about ridiculous this whole thing was. Me in London? ME? How crazy was that? My whole life I had never been out of this country, never been on a plane even. But now as a 16 year old Advanced English student here I was merely hours away from flying to the other side of the planet!


“Kate? You’re fully freaking out now aren’t you?” Mel started to giggle; I nodded before realising that she couldn’t actually see me!


“Maybe just a little,” I admitted biting my lip in embarrassment.


“You totally are!” she exclaimed laughing even harder.


I shoved the remainder of my warm clothes into my already full suitcase, making sure I could actually fit everything inside.


            “Wait I just have to sit on my suitcase.” I warned her putting the phone down on my bed. I bet she could even hear as I jumped on the darn thing desperate to zip it all the way up. It took a hell of a lot of struggling, a ton of groaning and sore hands in the process but I finally closed the thing successfully.


            “Okay I’m back.” I said into the phone, waiting for her response


            “Did you pack your mittens?” she asked me, horror stuck on my face I couldn’t believe that I had forgotten something so small!


            “Hey don’t worry you can pack it in your carry on.” She snapped me out of my miniature freak out.


            “Thank goodness for carryon luggage.” I sighed with relief. I could hear Mel laughing in the background but I didn’t mind one bit, I was packed for London and that’s all that mattered.








“Katherine Dion” My teacher Mrs Campton shouted down the line.


“Here!” I called back to her and she started to call out some of the other names. I was so desperate to get on that plane and to take off as soon as possible. The nerves were slowly rising because of this brand new experience.


            “Psst. Kate.” Mel whispered from somewhere behind me. I turned to locate her and realised that she wasn’t that far behind me.


            “What?” I asked her curious as to why she was desperate for my attention.


            “Look over there! It’s that soccer player from England.” She sounded excited, I looked over towards the direction her finger was pointing in and noticed who she meant.


            “Beckham,” I gasped. I wasn’t a mad soccer fan but my brother was pretty keen on the sport. “I think they call it football over there.” I corrected her not wanted to seem star struck.


            “Who cares what it’s called we’re in the same room as a famous person.” Her whispered were becoming louder with every sentence.


            “Ladies, do you care to share?” The teacher interrupted our conversation.


            “No.” we both sang at the same time, giving her our best impression of an innocent student.


            “Good, because it’s time to board the plane.” She informed us and the whole class started to murmur rather excitedly.

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