Niall Horan Imagines

Famous

****NOT EDITED****

You, (Y/N), are a famous pop star. You travel the world and sing your songs, and meet many fans. One day, a specific someone caught your attention.

***Three months ago***

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N), I love you!"

"Will you please take a picture with me, (Y/N)?"

"I'm so sorry guys, but I'm running late! I love you all!" You apologize to your fans.

A chorus of 'awwws' could be heard, when you enter the building. Sometimes begging famous is rough, but you loved all the support from family, friends, and of course fans. You called it the 'Triple F'.

"What's on the list for today?" You ask, Lindsey, your manager.

"Interview at noon, album release party at two, and concert at seven," she reads off of her clip board. You nod, and head to your dressing room.

About an hour later you're ready to begin the interview. (Outfit on side, or at the top.)

****

"One final question," the interviewer asks. You nod for him to continue.

"Everyone's dying to know, any special man in your life?" He asks.

You cheeks heat up, and you look down, "No, actually there isn't."

"Give it up for (Y/N)!"

You smile out at the crowd, and the cameras before exiting off the little set up.

"You only have an hour till the album release party. You have time for a quick lunch, and then you need to do a sound check before the party starts," Lindsey says, while following behind you. You nod, and walk out of the building.

"Step back," Your body guard, Phillip, yells.

You smile and wave at all of your fans, before getting into the car that was waiting for you.

"I'm so exhausted," you groan, and look over at Lindsey.

"I know, kiddo. But things have to be done," she sighs.

****

You're dressed, and just about ready for fans to arrive at the outside venue for the album release party. (Outfit on the side, or at the top.)

"Sing the song one more time," Lindsey says.

"I've already sang it three times!" you exclaim.

"Just once more."

(CREDS TO T.SWIFT FOR THIS AMAZING SONG.)

Midnight, you come and pick me up
No headlights
Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise
Fade into view, it's been a while since I have even heard from you
I should just tell you to leave cause I
Know exactly where it leads but I
Watch us go round and round each time

You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt.
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt,
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style.