Niall and his Resurrection

Chapter 1: 7 Months Later

“On tour another few months?” asked Louis.

“Your fans think that your mourning should be over by now,” an assistant said. “Even though many feel pity for the loss of Niall.”

The four boys flinched at the sound of his name. That day that Niall had died, something weird had happened. When the investigators came in, they sound no trace of the “splatter of Niall Horan”. In fact, when questioning the car behind them, they said they didn’t even see anyone jump out of the bus. Of course, then a bunch of detectives were hired. None found Niall or his “dead” body. There were theories that Niall had flown out the window, pretty much some stupid thing fans had made up to compensate the fact that he may not have died. And then others thought that he might have been kidnapped. Louis, who swore that he had saw Niall fall directly out the window, couldn’t explain anything.

So, it was decided. Niall Horan was pronounced dead.

All because of bacon.

And Nando’s.

And all because of that, the other boys forbid anyone from saying those words or touch them after touching bacons or Nando’s. A little weird, I know. But dear dear Niall was technically murdered from his own love of food. Or just bacon and Nando’s....just slightly too much.

“You’ll be traveling to some town outside of Boston. And staying there for two weeks max cuz of something your manager said,” some random person working there said. “They just couldn’t choose Boston,” he added as a side joke.

“Fine,” Harry said, wanting to swear at the dude who had mentioned Niall. It was only a matter of time that he would see Niall again. Death was only a few decades away.

In “the town near Boston”:

“Can I go down to Target by myself?” asked Liam.

“I WANT TO GO!” The other boys called and then chortled.

“No way,” said the bus driver. “You didn’t bring any disguises.”

“So?” Zayn proposed, “We could wear underwear as our like headpiece. I’m pretty sure Harry is carrying makeup, too.”

Harry frowned, “How would you know?”

“I’ve got a hair straightener!” Louis cried, producing one out of nowhere.

Harry cringed. “No, no, no. Bloody hell, no.”

“Harry, it’s only for like an hour or so,” Zayn reassured him.

“Fine. But it’s only because of that Target....”

A few minutes later, the boys were fully disguised. They had taken up Zayn’s idea and placed underwear on their head, and surprisingly, they found lipstick in a pile of Harry’s clothes. Of course, he denied ever using it, but nobody cared. They were busy smothering bright red lipstick on their faces.

“HARRY! YOU PROMISED!” shouted Louis, chasing him around with a hair straightener in his hand.

“You fucking idiot!” screamed Harry. “My precious hair. LUSCIOUS CURLS!!!!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Zayn said, joining the chase and pinning Harry’s arms onto the wall. “Louis, Operation Straighten Harry’s “Luscious Curls” is underway.”

Louis smiled, evilly. “It’s okay, Harry.”

“Are you sure my curls will be normal after a shower?” Harry asked, worriedly.

“Least of our concerns,” Zayn said as they sneaked into the store. “Now if anyone gives us funny looks, shoot them a peace sign. Makes us look like hippies.”

“Do you even know what a hippie is?” asked Louis.

“It is what we have to be,” he answered.

Suddenly, there was a large crash in aisle 9....and then a familiar voice.

“NO BACON....WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT KIND OF STORE RUNS OUT OF BACON?”

“Is that a hippie?” asked Louis. “Hate to act like that.”

“Wait a second,” Harry ran into the aisle with the underwear flopping up and down on his head.

There was a boy, man, whatever, with blonde hair. He wore some kind of odd crinkled t-shirt and capris. But there was something familiar about him, not just the voice.

“Hold the pancake,” Harry said, not knowing why he said pancake. “Is that you?”

The dude turned around and the boys gasped.

“NIALL!” Harry screamed in horror and happiness.

Niall, not recognizing Harry with straight hair and underwear on his head asked, “Who the fuck are you and did you steal all the bacon?”

“Niall, what the fuck?” Louis said.

“Louis?” asked Niall. “Where the fuck have you all been? I’ve been looking for you. Hold it. Why are you all wearing underwear and lipstick like this psycho?”

Harry screamed, “IT’S ME, NIALL....HARRY!!!!!”

“Oh...” Niall smiled. “I don’t really like this new outfit. Mind if I changed it?”