Katarina Percival was just a normal girl. Brown
hair, green eyes, loved her family and her music; oh and of
course, One Direction.
So when her best friend sends a tweet to the boys (One Direction)
about her birthday and love for singing, Louis decides to bring
her on stage… In front of over 81, 000 screaming fans.
Katarina + a crowd… They don’t mix.
Not one bit.
Even still, Katarina manages to survive through it (even if it
ends with her fainting in their dressing room) and somehow
manages to find friends in them. Maybe even a love interest in a
certain blond-haired, Irish fellow…
But Katarina is just a plain-ol-jane?
Well, according to Niall Horan, Katarina Percival is something
“I’m not that beautiful or gorgeous.” I
sighed, staring into the mirror. “Not anywhere close. Cute,
yes; pretty, maybe; beautiful or gorgeous, not a
Niall didn’t answer me. He simply got up and
stood behind me, placing a little tiara I had worn to the concert
we first met. I smiled at him slightly as he wrapped his arms
around me. “Does it matter? You’re
mine…” He placed a gentle kiss against my neck
before turning me around so I could look into his eyes. They were
sparkling with love and care. Then he said something that sent
chills down my spine.
“I love you. Why? Because you’re my
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