X Factor Louis' POV Chapter 18I was wearing my dark blue shirt with my light blue jeans and suspenders. Waiting by Nastya's door made me more nervous as time went by. She came out a few minutes later in a stunning black dress. "Wow." I said.
"Do I look bad?" she asked in a panic.
"No, you look beautiful." I said smiling, taking her hand. Then I lead her to the X Factor limo, that took us to our restaurant destination.
"Whoa." she said, her Australian accent showing. I thought it was cute. As we got in, the smell of new leather overcame the car. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, her eyes popped. "Do you have any idea how expensive this place is?" she asked with a shocked look on her face.
"Yeah. But as long as you brought your ID, we get a discount." I chuckled softly.
As we walked up and into the restaurant holding hands, cameras and media were all over us again, trying to get photos of us together. The media had restricted access and weren't allowed into the restaurant s
I'm Not Niall! Get Me Out of Here! Chapter 2I am Niall. I'm actually in his body! I can't believe what has happened to me. I saw him staring back at me in the mirror. His crystal blue eyes shone brightly, his dark hair dyed blonde was spiked up like he used to keep it. While I admired the beautiful person staring back at me, I realised the situation I was in.More Like This
"But I'm not Niall!" I screamed at Liam. "I just woke up as him!"
"What do you mean you woke up as him?" he asked, worried.
"Hang on, it's all coming back to me." I said, trying to remember. The first thing I remember was that I used to be a 16 year old teen girl from the U.S. "I think I remember some of the events from last night." I said.
"Well, what do you remember?" he asked.
"Uh. Let me think for a minute."
"Here why don't you sit down over here?" he said, leading me to the couch.
Then I explained my story to him. "I remember coming to the concert, here at the O2, as a teenage girl, not as Niall. I waited outside in the rain for what seemed like hours on end. When
I'm Not Niall! Get Me Out of Here! (Prologue)"Ahh!" I could hear thousands of teenage girls screaming.More Like This
"What?!?" I said as I opened my eyes and sat up. I realized that I was sitting on a couch in a small room. "What's going on? How did I get here?" I asked myself.
"Come on Niall! We're on in two minutes!" someone yelled from outside the door. I heard them opening the door. "Niall?" they asked. Then I realized who was at the door.
"Wait! You're Liam Payne from One Direction!" I screamed in amazement. Then I realized how my voice sounded. It wasn't my voice, it was a guy's voice. "Woah." I whispered.
"Yeah, and you're Niall." he said, walking into the room.
"Why did you call me Niall?" I asked, confused.
"Because that's your name. Here, let me show you." he said, pulling me infront of a mirror.
As he pulled me infront of the mirror, I didn't see me, I saw the one and only Niall James Horan staring back at me. Liam was right. I was Niall. But I wasn't Niall last night.
I'm Not Niall! Get Me Out of Here! Chapter 1"One Direction! One Direction! One Direction!" I chanted with the other girls in the crowd around me. I was standing outside the gate to the O2 Arena waiting for the boys of One Direction to arrive. It had been storming all afternoon, but because we loved the boys so much, none of us moved to get out of the rain.More Like This
About an hour later, the boy's van pulled up in front of the gate. When they got out of the van, the girls behind me started to push me and the other girls at the front into the gate. I grabbed onto the gate as it went down. Then I felt someone grab my hand and pull me up from the ground.
"Thanks." I said. I looked up to see who my hero was. As I looked up, I saw Niall Horan's crystal blue eyes staring into mine.
"Hey." he said, smiling. "You alright there?" he asked, with his hot Irish accent.
"Uh yeah," I said, blushing. "Thanks."
As he held my hand, I could hear thunder close by. Then all of a sudden I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Then I felt this st
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Being a waitress making minimum wage is not exactly a "happy life". But life is life; good or bad. Or is it good?
One day you were taking an order for this beautiful young man; foreign, hazel eyes, and a lifted hair cut. He ordered Mushroom Soup but asked not to bring any spoons in his order.
You couldn't resist his face, and rushed right away.
The soup was piping hot, and you weren't looking, and tripped. The soup landed on the boy's pants.
"I'm very sorry sir! I wasn't looking and then I trip and-"
His warm hands shushed you. "It's ok. I think a little birdy told me that fate was going to bring me and this cute little waitress together. Even though my pants are like a living sauna."
You giggle and blushed, and knew that this boy like you.
Guess being a waitress was fate inevitable.