Right next to You - One Direction

Nana is a 16 year old girl, better known as Niall Horan's girlfriend. Their relationship is totally fine, but what happens when reality starts to reach and prevent their dreamy-love-life? When a tragic event turns upside down on their daily routine? Will they stick together or face the fact that they have to let go? Read "Right next to You" to find out! Also, I wanna thank Ditte Hallenberg very much for helping me out, she's absolutely amazing.


2. That night

I've always been lucky. I mean, when I was child I always won those random competitions. But this... People said it was luck. They still do. But the thing is; it wasn't luck that brought us together. It was love. Not just the love I feel for him, but also the love I feel for the fans, Sorry, I mean the Directioners. The love to the fandom, and the love to the love, I guess?


I remember using all my time on the computer, reading about One Direction. I was so obsessed; sometimes I even forgot that I didn't know the boys personally. Like, I knew they were just as wonderful in real life as in the videos, interviews and diaries. I've always known. But it wasn't that, it was more the fact that I would give my life up for them, and they wouldn't for me. They maybe would for the fandom, but not personally for me. That was the thing that hurt me the most. That was the only thing I hated about being a Directioner. But I stayed. I couldn't just leave the fandom, my 1DFamily, my sisters, and brothers. I needed to fight for them! So I stayed as a Directioner, of course. And here I am. I fought, and I won. I won the love of my life’s heart. Niall Horan.


I still smile every time I hear his name, but who doesn't? It's the name of one of the five most wonderful boys in the world. If you only saw the smile on my face right now…


Niall, Liam, Harry, Louis and Zayn. They're like the brothers I never got. They're the five men in my life, plus my dad. And that's the thing. They're five boys. Five completely perfect boys, which all women deserve, no matter what. But they're five. And how many women are there worldwide? That leads to the terrible thing, the hate.


I think that's why people hate me. And to be honest, I understand them. I remember when Harry, a little bit more than a year ago, kissed this girl, who had been in the "Gotta Be You" music video. Mella was her name, I think. Something like that. Anyway, the world went crazy! I never hated on her, but GOD, I WAS SO JEALOUS! I respected their privacy, but I swear, I would do ANYTHING to be her!! So I guess what I'm trying to say (and admit) is, that I understand the haters. If I wasn't ended up with Niall, or one of the boys, I would be devastated, 'Cause I know how the Directioners feel. I felt that way too.


I could die happy, if I just saw the boys once. I wanted to meet the boys so bad; even cried myself to sleep sometimes! But I never lost hope. Never, and maybe that's why Niall and I are together today.


We were meant to be, and I've always known. So now I try my hardest to be a good rolemodel, and show the Directioners to never lose hope, and to never give up their dreams! 'Cause if I did that, I wouldn't have met Niall, I wouldn't fall to sleep in his arms every night.


It's the same routine every night. We brush out teeth together, put on our pajamas’, and usually watch a film or just some TV. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight. I tell him how much I love him, and kiss him goodnight, and then fall to sleep. He has this habit; he goes to the toilet in the middle of the night, every night. But tonight something was different.


I layed in our bed, it was 4am. He stood up, everything was normal. He walked in the direction of the bathroom. I could hear his feet walk on the warm tree floor. I slowly fell to sleep again. The next morning I opened my eyes, expecting to see his beautiful face half hidden in the white pillow. But he wasn't there. I thought back at the night, and remembered I'd never heard him crawling back in bed.


I started to panic.


“What the hell is going on” I whispered to myself.


I stood up, started to shout his name.


"Niall!? Baby? Honey? NIALL!?"


I ran around in the house, there was no one to find. I tried to calm myself.


"Calm down, relax, he must be here somewhere". 


It didn't seem to help that much, 'cause when I pressed his number on my iPhone, with shaking hands, it went directly to his voicemail. I heard his Irish accent.


"Hi, Nialler here, I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone, BEEEP"...

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