Tough Love (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Scarlett Winston is not the average girl. Camouflage, push-ups, and drill sergeants. Scarlett has been attending Military School since she was 12. She just turned 18 and she is done with Military School, but how will she handle life without discipline? What will happen when she runs into an irish lad from a famous boyband? How will he react to meeting a fit, trained, disciplined girl?

Nothing is easy with Tough Love.

A Niall Horan Fan Fiction


2. You.

Scarlett's POV-

"Okay, we're done." I smile at them. They are all out of breath, sweating enough to turn their shirts different colors, they are laying on the floor, thinking they're going to die. "I can't breathe." Harry whines. "Do you still think I am a ballerina?" I ask him. "No. I am truly sorry, Scarlett." he says, trying to stand up. "That's Miss Scarlett to you." I joke, grabbing his hand and pulling him up so easily, that his feet were off the ground, just by pulling him up with one of my hands. "Sorry." he says again. "I'm joking." I laugh. "I knew that." he says. "Listen guys, I don't want us to hate each other. I just don't want any of you to think of me as a ballerina." I reason. "We don't!" Louis moans. "Okay then." I joke and go to grab my iPhone out of the dock. I start to head towards the hallway with my office in it. "Bye guys!" I say and hear them all yell 'bye' back. I walk into my office and close the door.

As I am decorating my office, I hear a knock on the door. I yell come in. I look up to see Niall. "Hey Niall." I casually say. Okay the only time I'm girly is around guys I like, and I really can't help it. "Hey, Scar. Is it okay if I call you Scar? I kinda like that nickname, but if you don't like it, then I won't call-" he rambles, but I interrupt him. "I like it." I smile. "Okay." he smiles. "So what's up?" I ask. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow before practice. We could go to Nandos." he says really nervously. "Are you asking me on a date?" I ask, smiling and probably blushing. "Well that depends. If you want to go, it's a date. If you don't want to go, then it's not a date." he says. "Then it's a date." I smile. He smiles too. "Sweet! Pick you up at 5?" he asks. "That sounds great. Here, put your number in." I say handing him my phone. "Kay." he says taking my phone. "I'll text you tonight!" I say. "Cool! See ya, Scar." "See you!"

You. I really like you. Your eyes, blonde hair, nose, dimples, laugh, and your smile. Your smile is priceless. I like you, Niall. You.

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