Niall Horan, the happy-go-lucky member of the popular British-Irish boy band, One Direction.

That's how you see him, well there's more to him than you think.

Niall James Horan, the idiot who continues to annoy me since we were three. He's always late, always, always, always makes me cry and gets away with it. Niall Horan, the idiotic husband to be of moii.

"In this world where everything is undetermined, you must always be prepared, Zoe" my mom smiled at me, giving me one of her famous line from her novels that I'm sure I've heard a hundread times already.

"Mom, stop with the quotes" I patted her head as I walked up to 'our' room.

"Horan!" I called a bit pissed off to see that his football shoes full of mud is on the pink carpet on the floor.

He walked out, only in his boxers with the most annoyed expression on his face. Normally, girls would fall to the ground crying because they see Niall Horan shirtless, but this, my friends, is very normal especially if you live with him.

Before he could walk out of the door he turned around to face me, "By the way, stop calling me Horan, because its like your calling yourself" he winked.

He did not just wink at me! That idiot thinks I'll fall head over for him like every other girl. Well reality check Niall, I'm not like any other girl, I ain't Mrs. Horan for nothing.

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