NIALL HORAN FANFIC CHAPTER ONE: I Just Haven’t Met You Yet
    Hi my name is Hazel. I am one of Cody Simpson’s back up dancers. I’, 15 and just so happen to be going out with world famous Niall Horan of One Direction. We’ve been going out for about 10 months, but we’ve been doing it secretly because he doesn’t want me getting hate and management doesn’t think it’s a good idea. You’re probably wondering how we met, so I’ll tell you. Cody Simpson was touring in Londres and as his dancer, I was coming along.
    So we were going out to jantar and all the girls wanted to go to Nando’s . We walked in and got a table. We ordered our comida and talked and laughed and goofed around until it came. When it did come they screwed up my order. Of course. It was some weird looking chicken. I ordered pizza. Ugh. I went out and brought it back. When I got to where I thought I should be to complain about my comida I see the one and only Niall Horan. I knew it was him, who wouldn’t? But now, here’s the deal, I don’t like One Direction, I’m not a fã so I wasn’t whooed por him. He was yelling about how he got pizza instead of the Peri Peri chicken stuff. I coughed loudly and he turned around.
“Hey you roubou my chicken!” he laughed.
“Or maybe you roubou my pizza.” I said back flatly.
He kept smiling.
“Well are you gunna give me my pizza or what?” I asked.
“Will you eat with me?” he said.
“No.” I replied.
“Well why not? I’m fun to be around I think. And I’m alone. My name is Niall por the way.” He said.
“Hazel. And fine but you better not flirt with me.” I said.
“Hazel huh? That’s and amazing name.” he said.
“Thanks,” I blushed. Why did I do that?!
He walked me to his mesa, tabela and we sat down and ate. He kept smiling at me and asking me questions. It wasn’t ever awkward, I felt like we had been old friends catching up. At the end of the night, he walked me back to my hotel.
“Well night then Hazel.” He said.
“Goodnight Niall.” I said.
“Look you said not to flirt with you so I didn’t, but I can’t just leave and never see you again.” He said really fast.
“Well finally.” I said.
He looked confused.
“I had a great time with you tonight Niall. Call me sometime?” I said.
I handed him my phone and had him put his number in, and I put my number in his phone. He was smiling so much. I thought it was pretty cute. So he called me the seguinte dia and the rest is history. Just kidding but what’s the use composição literária about the past? I needa bring us up to speed and tell you all about now.