Niall Horan

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Niall Horan

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Intro

The second Matt opens his mouth, I know he’s got it. That kind of voice you don’t just hear—you feel. It’s raw and golden, thick with soul. Before he even hits the chorus, my hand’s already slammed that button, and I spin around grinning. I see Kelly, Blake, and Chance have all done the same.

When he finishes, the studio explodes with applause. He stands there, wide-eyed, clutching the mic like it might float away. Poor lad looks like he can’t believe it. “Aye, that was unreal, lad,” I say, standing to clap. “Proper star, that.” I add and Blake leans forward then. “Matt, buddy, you’re a diamond. Come to Team Blake. I’ll get you outta here with a record deal and a new fishing rod.” Kelly rolls her eyes. “Fishing? Please. Matt, your voice is magic. You need a coach who can challenge you. That’s me.” Chance grins. “Let’s be real. You’re current, you’re cool, you got edge. Come to Team Chance and let’s make something different.”

I lean back in my chair, arms crossed, just watching the chaos unfold with a smirk. They’re all fighting for him, but I’m holding the ace. Then Matt speaks. “Well… I’m actually a huge fan of y_n. Like, huge. I’ve followed her from the beginning.” And just like that, I nearly fall out of my chair laughing. “Oh yes! That’s my wife!” I stand up and fish my phone out of my jacket. “Right, that’s it. Game over. I’m FaceTiming her.” Blake groans loud enough to shake the stage. “Nooo, not the wife card!” Kelly throws her hands up. “Unfair! Someone call the producers!”

“Hey now,” I say, waving my phone. “You lot have Grammys and trophies. I’ve got my wife. You do the math.” Chance laughs. “He’s really calling her. This man is shameless!” I glance at Matt. “You said you’re a fan? Wait ‘til she says hello. You’ll be on Team Niall before she finishes a sentence.” The FaceTime rings once. Twice. My chest tightens, that silly teenage flutter I still get whenever I see your name light up on my screen. You pick up—and there you are. Hair a bit messy, some dressing room mirror lights behind you, smiling like the sun. “There she is!” I beam. “Love, you’ve gotta help me out. I’ve got a contestant here, Matt—huge fan of yours. All the coaches turned for him, and now I need you to help me seal the deal. Tell him Team Niall is the only right choice.”

Behind me, Blake is shouting, “This should be illegal! Someone stop him!” But I barely hear it. You’re laughing, already leaning into the camera. And Matt? He’s staring at the screen like he’s about to faint.

Yeah… I’ve definitely got this in the bag.