I Wish... (Niall Horan Fanfic)

A/N: well here it is. My new story. This is not a sequel to One Direction OR ...But You Don't Notice at All. Kenzie does not exist in this universe. Totally different story. Not at all related. Wattpad exists in this world, so that's cool. I love the characters and everything in this story and I hope you do too :)

Weird copyright you'll skip over:

All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs, and Patents act of 1988. This includes all chapters prologues/epilogues and associated content. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution, or selling of this work constitutes of infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law.

All characters (except for One Direction), places, companies, and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons (once again, besides One Direction), living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author (...me)

...scary right

© 2013 @ninjaspatuchula15

This story is rated PG-13 for language, some suggestive content, and teen partying and drinking

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2013

"It's over," I said aloud. Sobs escaped my lips. We had spent six months together, and I never expected it to end so abruptly. Yes, my favorite book on wattpad was just finished. Sure, it ended well, the guy and they girl ended up together. All that fun corny fluff. But now I have no idea what I would shut myself up in my room and spend way too much of my life reading when I get too busy to brush my messy red hair and do my makeup. I needed a support team. I reached for my phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Wuddup, Lau?" my best friend ,Jonah, answered the phone almost immediately. My real name is Laurel, but ever since I was five, everyone has called me Lau. I prefer it.

"Jonah, we have an emergency!" I said frantically.

"Wait, is it a "my house is full of female European models, and I need you to come over to keep them company" emergency or an "I'm dying, please come save me" emergency?" he asked.

"Er, neither, my story is over on wattpad and I'm taking it pretty hard," I said.

I could nearly hear him rolling his eyes through the phone.

"You seriously need some friends who are girls," he said

"Kimmy Jin is my friend," I said.

"No," he said. We both laughed at the reference to our favorite movie, Pitch Perfect. "You should make friends who are girls, so I can go out with them," he said.

"How about no," I said.

"You're no fun, no wonder girls don't want to be friends with you," he teased.

"Bully," I murmured. I sighed, "I just wish my life could be like a wattpad book, seriously, any wattpad book,"

"You could live somewhere much more exciting than Iowa," we both laughed. He was right though, of course, not everyone in Iowa lives on a farm and wears overalls without a shirt underneath, but it still wasn't the most exciting place in the world. I live in Ankeny Iowa, a town no one's heard of, and never will. It's not small and cute, but it's not a big city. It's just..there.

"Yeah," I sighed, I heard a knock at my bedroom door, "Gotta go, Jonah, see ya,"

"Bye," he replied.

"What?" I yelled to whoever was on the other side of my door.

The door burst open, "I am the king of this household, bow down to me peasant!" yelled my nine-year-old step brother, Timothy. I swear, I'm 18, a senior in high school, and as anti-social as I may be, I can't get a single second to myself.