How Was I Supposed To Know? (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five-The Trouble

"Hello, boys." Lillian said while her heels "clicked" "clicked" on the bus steps.

Niall went over to her to help her up onto the bus, and she smiled at him. I even saw Niall stare at her boobs. I scoffed. I was wearing jeans, a tank top, and converse. Then I started twiddling with my hair because I realized that I didn't make the effort for myself to be noticed like that.

Lillian smiled a dashing Hollywood smile and raised an over-plucked and drawn eyebrow.

"Who's this?" she asked looking at me.

"She's the other writer," Louis introduced.

"Hi," I said, annoyed.

The bus had started moving again and I decided to go to the back and call my best friend. I told her how I got the job and she was excited for me, and then I told her about how sweet the boys are, and then I mentioned what Niall did about Lillian.

"Are you sure he's not showing any interest in you at all?" She asked from the other line.

"I'm pretty sure, he's all over her. What did I expect though? Niall would never go for me, we have to be realistic. It's not like the fan fics we read, he's not gonna fall in love with me the first day we meet. And you know, he is a teenage boy, they're all over that boob situation." I explained to her.

"Well if he's not going to fall in love with you in a day, maybe he will in a week,"she said half-joking. "But seriously, just try to get to know him. Don't let all that fake media and fake persona he has publicly make you think that you know him already."

She was completely right. I wrote that down in my notebook.

"You're right. Thanks, you really are the best. I'll let you know what happens in a week," I giggled.

We said our good-byes and quickly hung up.

I walked back to the front of the bus. The boys were doing their own thing and Lillian was in the corner with her laptop. I sat down next to Louis again, an took out my notebook. I was just observing, writing little notes about the daily life on the tour bus.

Niall took out a beer from the fridge and sat next to Lillian. (I noted: typical teenager, underage drinking, normal). Lillian began to flirt with Niall and my face turned red. Steam really would have come out of my ears.

"Those two have had a thing going on since the last book, nothing serious though," Louis whispered to me.

"Really?" I asked disappointedly.

"Well yeah, Lillian's hot. She's already done things, you know, but she's taken a special liking to Niall."

"Oh."

He looked at my face and realized something. He patted my back. We had a little small talk. I told Louis about where I grew up and stuff and he told me things about his childhood that the magazines didn't cover. It was eventually night time, and I was exhausted.

Some of the boys already went to their bunks, Lillian and the rest of the staff went to the hotel nearby. I started getting ready for bed. I couldn't fall asleep just yet, so I went to the front of the bus. Zayn was there with Harry watching a movie.

"What are you guys watching?" I asked them.

"Hangover 2," Zayn stated.

"Come join, if you'd like," Harry offered and patted the empty seat next to him.

We watched the movie and laughed at all the funny parts. During some quiet scenes the boys told me how they had a few days off before the next concert and planned to stay in the bus because the fans couldn't reserve a place in the bus like they could at the hotel.