futuremrshoran09

[futuremrshoran09]

Catfished

Pt 2 : It was you all along?

I fiddled with my thigh high boots while holding the phone up to my ear, "i don't know what I'm thinking Mel, i just know that whether he shows up or not i have front row seats to see Niall Horan and I'm taking this opportunity whether i end up kidnapped later or not" my best friend sighed on the other end of the phone. "you stress me out, make sure your location is always on okay?" "yeah yeah i mumbled" cursing myself for wearing these stupid boots. I wasn't much for getting dressed up but tonight i actually put some thought into my outfit. A short black mini skirt white tank oversized leather jacket and black thigh high boots. I stood in line waiting to get my ticket scanned nervously looing around for Adams dark hair and green eyes. i texted "where are you I'm almost at the front of the line" nothing. This has got to be a fucking joke i think to myself. Then anxiety took over my mind, what if Adams really a weirdo and he snatches me up after the concert, what if the tickets are fake or stolen and i go to jail, what if he shows us and... my anxious thoughts were cut off by the big guy in the security hat yelling "next" at me. "I guess I'm about to find out if these are real or not" i muttered to myself.  He scanned the ticket and looked at his screen for a second. "to your left all the way down to the first row" no fucking shit the tickets were real, so if the tickets were real did that mean Adam was too?

My phone finally buzzed with a response, "running late love, be there soon, oh and have that kiss ready for me" i couldn't help but smile at his message. But now i was getting nervous, Adam was really coming... would i really have to kiss him? i mean not that i would mind, he was cute and we have been flirting for a few weeks but like what if i didn't like him in person. I walked up to the bar "long island" i asked the bartender "make it a double please" $22 fucking dollars for a drink i muttered, i fucking hate New York. I made my way down to my row, all the way to the front. i couldn't help from fangirling internally, the idol I've had a crush on for like 10 years would be right there, right in front of me in just a few minutes. at this point i didn't even care if Adam showed up in a few minutes Niall fucking Horan would be a few feet away from me singing like the angelic Irishman he is. I texted Adam again " 5 min to show time where are you :(" no response. i take a sip from my drink quickly remembering why i stopped ordering doubles as my chest started to burn. The lights dimmed and the intro to "meltdown" slowly started playing. "NEW YORK CITY HOW ARE WE TONIGHT" a loud Irish voice yelled. i could literally feel my heart start to race as THE Niall Horan walked on stage. "Fuck me i think I'm gonna faint" i said to myself.

I smiled looking up at Niall singing his little heart away, but still no Adam. At moments it felt like Niall was pointing, looking, or smiling right at me i was literally living out my teenage dream. "slow hands" started and i freaked, i didn't expect to hear this song so soon into the concert. I watched as Niall jumped from the stage onto the floor everyone freaked but my phone buzzed. "I'm here love" it read .i looked down at my phone and around, looking to see who was walking towards me. I didn't even notice Niall directly in front of me singing straight at me, a grin across his face. i could feel myself blush, as i stared at him, i was directly in front of the man who i fangirled over for year. Niall's hand reached out grabbing mine interlocking his calloused hands within mine but not for a second did he stop singing or looking at me and not for a second did the smirk leave his face. I watched as he almost laughed at me, he took out his phone and did god knows what i was too busy taking it all in, his eyes, his voice, that smile, i felt like i was 15 again. At that same time my phone began to buzz, "Adam" it rang i answered the call finally breaking my gaze away from from Niall "hello" i said looking looking around. it wasn't until i looked back up at Niall that i understood. in front of me he stood with his phone facing me a big grin on his face "priscilla" the called ID on his phone read. My phone dropped to the floor.. i didn't understand Adam was Niall?? Niall was Adam?? The Niall Horan Niall gave me a little wink before running back around and up onto the stage. I didn't know what to think, i mean should i be mad? i had a gut feeling that the person i was talking to wasn't really Adam but for that person to be fucking Niall Horan was a whole other thing. I mean was it him the whole time? Was this some kind of prank? my thoughts were interrupted by a tall man dressed in black signaling me to follow him, i looked up to see Niall shaking his head yes, telling me to follow the man. i frantically looked around the floor for my phone, fuck me i thought hoping nobody had snatched it up, after a few seconds i found it underneath the seat next to me. i stuffed it into my purse and started exiting the row following the strange man. i stood at the edge of the row and watched as he opened the gate signaling for me to walk through. "what the actual fuck is going on right now" i thought to myself as i walked up the stairs. back stage was full of random people running around doing various tasks some yelling others untangling wires and some looking through a rack of clothes. "OUTFIT CHANGE READY UP PEOPLE" a lady with a short pixie cut yelled. "excuse me" i say signaling her "why am i here?"" I'm sorry what?" she asked "are you not supposed to be here are you a fan?" " Oh no she's supposed to be here" i heard a  deep accented voice say behind me. I turn around and was met with brown hair blue eyes and a smile that could turn a nun into a hooker. "Holy fucking shit" was the only thing that came out of my mouth. 

Niall was immediately bombarded with 2 women holding clothes up to him trying to decide between two outfits for the other half of the show." You're Niall fucking Horan" i said," and you're priscilla" he smirked. "How the fuck do you know my name", at this point i was full on anxious and i began to pace back and forth. I turned back to face him "are you fucking Adam" i almost yelled. i watched as his smile faded a bit, "yes I'm Adam" he said " BUT i promise i have a good explanation for this i swear."  Without even thinking my arm flew across hitting him right on the shoulder," a good explanation for what ?! catfishing me !" " i didn't mean to" he said as he pulled a new white tank on," i swear." i crossed my arms and looked straight into his eyes, i wanted him to know that i could see right through his shit. "back on in 30 seconds" someone yelled in the back. Niall grabbed his guitar and looked back at me, "listen i know this might all seem fucked but stay, just stay okay? just let me explain everything. please". between the way his blue eyes twinkled at me and the sincerity in his voice i couldn't help but fold. "UGHHH fine!" i yelled.  a smiled crept up on his face and as he turned around and started walking away. i yelled after him "you're explaining this over a bottle of tequila" he turned to face me walking backwards to the stage with that big ol goofy grin he's always had and hit me with a "and you still owe me a kiss" 

[futuremrshoran09]

✨Catfished✨ a Niall Horan fanfic

Part 1 : Wrong number

I looked over my textbook. I was reading but not really processing information. Id been doing this for an hour looking for any distraction to take my mind away from this stupid book, i hated biology and i hated studying but i had to. The familiar ding of my phone goes off and that was enough for me to throw my book to the side and be done for the night.

"It was lovely meeting you today at the coffee shop ;)"

I hadn't been to a coffee shop today? Or ever really, New York coffee shops are way over priced and my cafe Bustello at home was just as good.

"Sorry man I think she gave you the wrong number" I text back. i look back over at my biology book knowing i should pick it up again but this interaction was way more intriguing than anything in that book.

"Well, this number just got a lot more interesting, What are you up to?" i read across my screen. I couldn't help but actually laugh, who says that?

"studying for my midterms" i reply.

I bit my lip, was i really about to waste my studying time texting a complete stranger i mean he could be a stalker, or a serial killer. I looked back at that stupid fucking book again and decided that id rather risk texting a serial killer than finish reading about genetics.

"how about you stranger"

"Hanging out.. at work. With my coffee. and aye given the circumstances i could call you a stranger too" he replied.

Should i give him my actual name i thought to myself. I've watched too many true crime documentaries to know that was a bad idea. ill give him just my first name i thought as i typed it out.

"Priscilla, and you ?"

i watched text bubbles appear on my screen, why was i so invested in this is all that i could think. Then the bubble disappears. I groaned throwing myself back onto my bed "c'mon serial killer i really don't wanna study" i say aloud to myself. Almost as if he had heard me say that a new text appears.

"Adam" was all that it read. "Very generic name" i thought to myself. Let me see what else i can get out of you "Adam" if that really is your name.

"Tell me about yourself Adam" by this time i was fully invested and getting up from my bed to grab a snack.

"I'm 30, I'm a music producer, i like beer and coffee, i have terrible luck with dating, and I'm afraid of birds" I laughed to myself while pouring myself a glass of wine who the fucks afraid of birds i thought to myself.

"your turn" the next message reads.

I bit my lip thinking what can i tell him about myself. i really wasn't an interesting person. i started typing, no i mumbled deleting it. starting up again.

"I'm 25, in school for nursing, and I'm from the Dominican republic" "oh and who the fucks afraid of birds" i couldn't help sending that second message i mean really who the fuck is actually afraid of birds?

"ooh Dominican, i speak a little Spanish" Then another message "have you ever seen a Pidgeon up close? those fuckers are terrifying"

i smirked reading that last part, i put my wine down thinking of what even to say next.

"weird area code are you not from New York?" - Me

"I travel a lot, I'm actually from the UK but work takes me around a bit" - Adam

"oohh a man with an accent, hot" -Me

I immediately regretted sending that last message. I really wasn't about to flirt with a stranger. Or was i bored enough to actually entertain this.

"are you flirting with me love?" - Adam

" i dunno Adam am i", i respond

"i sure hope you are" - Adam

"you don't even know what i look like. - me

"Send me a selfie then ;)" - Adam

I bit my lip looking around as if someone would tell me not to, i mean i lived alone who was there to stop me. My mom always told me not to talk to strangers on the internet but i mean this was the 21st century how else was i supposed to meet people. I was conflicted i mean this was crazy no? Fuck it i thought to myself. I scrolled and scrolled, i really wasn't a girl who felt comfortable taking pictures. I never thought i was conventionally "attractive". I was a pretty borking girl honestly, long black curly hair, glasses, and i never wore anything special. i picked the one photo i actually was dressed up in, it was my friend melissas birthday and i had on a corset top, ripped boyfriend jeans and my favorite black kitten heels. i was caught off guard laughing at something and although my hair looked pretty wild in the photo it was the one post on instagram that actually got a bunch of likes. i pressed send, and immediately threw my phone on the couch. did i just fucking do that..

a few seconds passed before i heard a ding. i was fucking nervous. why the fuck was i nervous i mean i could just block this guy and i never have to think of this day again. right?

"wow" then another ding "gorgeous, i love the hair"

i could feel my cheeks get hot. pathetic i thought to myself, was i really blushing over a simple compliment a total stranger was giving me.

"your turn" i replied

i thought this is where you stop replying Adam, no way you're gonna send me a picture of yourself. but i wanted him to...

A picture of a brown haired green eyed guy popped up on my screen. "sorry to disappoint but im not all that cute." the message read.

I smiled. He was actually super cute, but id watch enough of the show catfish to know to reverse google the image. Nothing popped up... I bit my lip thinking back to what nev and max did on the show. i googled "phone number look up" and clicked the first one that appeared, i paid the $1.99 and waited. God this took forever. But again, nothing. Okay i mumbled i typed in "Adam producer Uk" into google. A crap ton of came up but nothing helpful and nothing that could help me determine if this guy was legit or not. I was so deep into my search that i hadn't even realized i left Adam on read until my phone dinged again.

"was i really THAT ugly"- adam

i laughed typing "no!" i just just prepping dinner!" i]I lied, i was not gonna tell him that i was googling him up down left and right.

"IMessage games" he repleid

can you handle taking a loss ? i replied.

-------------------------------------------- 3 weeks later ---------------------------------------------------------------

Id been talking to Adam for damn near 3 weeks and honestly... i kind of liked him. Every morning he'd send me a "good morning beautiful" audio message. Adam would text me all the time, and when i say all the time i mean all the time. At work? In the studio? out for dinner? he was aways texting. The problem? he wouldn't facetime me. I mean yeah he'd sent me a few more pictures of himself, and vice versa but he'd always have an excuse as to why he couldn't FaceTime.

I was in my bedroom packing up my books for the next day listening to music on the tv when i got a message from Adam.

i miss you - Adam

i smirked replying "i miss you too, can we pleaseeeeee ft or at least a phone call."

a chat bubble popped up... then disappeared. of fucking course. I threw my phone on the bed, as much as i knew i needed to cut this off i just couldn't something about Adams good morning messages flirty texts and desire to always know what i was doing pulled me back every time.

"call from adam" siri announced, i broke my neck no way he was calling. i snatched my phone from the bed a little disappointing that it was just a regular call and not a facetime. But hey this was better than nothing. right ?" hello" i answered. i could hear a loud laugh in the backround, "hi love" i bit my lip i didn't even know what to say i mean we texted all day everyday but now that it came time to actually talk to him nothing came out.

"you alright cat got your tounge ?" he asked in that stupid accent that lowkey made me blush every time i heard it

"fuck you" i laughed

"woah there that's a bit forward innit ? I'm all for it though."

i laughed turning down the song that was playing so i could hear him better.

is that "slow hands" playing in the background he asked

"yeah you know it" i laughed thinking of big manly Adam listening to such a song

"know it ? i love it."

"No fucking way me too" i said throwing myself on my bed. "i fucking love Niall Horan. I've loved him since his one direction days" i chuckled looking over at my tapestry of the boys.

"oh yeah" he asked "who was your favorite?"

"Niall duh" i laughed." i always swore i would marry him" i laughed into the phone. Then i really started laughing thinking of my delusions. "i used to think that id run into him in the middle of the street one day, that we'd bump into each other lock eyes and fall in love."

i could hear Adam burst out laughing, "you really thought that" he said as his laugh died down

"don't laugh at my delusions" i muttered "and yes yes i did. teenager me had a whole life planned out for us in her head."

"oh yeah tell me about it" Adam responds.

"well" i said looking over at the tapestry "id move to London to be with him and we'd get a little apartment near the studio, we'd get a dog and name her lucy. and when he and the guys went on tour id tag along. experiencing every city, fan and moment with him. after a few years he'd propose we'd get married in Ireland" i laughed , "buy a nice house away from everything and have not one but two boys. i spend the rest of my days working as a nurse while he continued doing his thing and every night wed have family dinners before going to bed". i smirked thinking about how stupid i was as a teen.

my delusions were cut off by Adam busting out into a loud laughter again.

"hey!" i yelled

"I'm sorry I'm sorry" he laughed "but you really did have a whole life planned out with him."

"yep but here i am still in my crappy New York apartment talking to you" i mumbled

"ouch that kind of hurt my feelings" he remarked

"I'm sorry" i smiled "i didn't mean it that way."

"you know" Adam said, "Niall's playing msg tomorrow night any chance you got tickets to meet the love of your life?"

now it was my turn to laugh obnoxiously loud into the phone. "tickets to see niall? i could barely afford my car payment this month."

"hmm" he said. "remember how i told you that i work in music" he asked

"mhmm" i mumbled trying to stuff my last textbook in my bag

"what if i told you i could get us tickets to go see niall tomorrow, would you come with me?"

my book dropped out of my hand making a loud thud as it hit the floor. no way he was serious.

"yeah right" i laughed "no way you're gonna make that happen"

"i promise you i can make it happen" he said, i could hear is smirk through the phone.

"so you're telling me that you wont FaceTime me but you'll meet up with me tomorrow to see THE Niall Horan"

"all im saying is that you and i will be at that show tomorrow and that i expect a kiss for making it happen." he chuckled.

i smirked down at my phone almost blushing. "i think that fair" i laughed," but if Niall Horan decides to sweep me off my feet and take me with him i just want you to know that i 100 percent will leave you there"

" i guess that a risk I'm gonna have to take", i could hear a yelling in the back, before Adam said "I've got to get back to work, ill send you your ticket tomorrow morning yeah?"

"alright lets see if you do" i say rolling my eyes.

"and priscilla?" he said

"hmm ?"

"make sure you're ready to give up that kiss cause ill be looking forward to it". i could feel myself blush as the 3 beeps that indicate the calls over rings in my ear.

was i really about to see my childhood crush preform... the better question was i really about to meet up with a complete stranger who i knew for a fact was catfishing me?

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Hi loves! its been years since ive done this so i hope you all like! I actually used to be a bit popular on this app yearsssss ago and I decided it was time to give it another go ❤️ please let me know if i should continue ! it gets better i promise ! im also open to request!