Lucky, unlucky, forget me <3


First off, all the stuff in this fanfic is a characters point of view, not my own, so im not saying i think Niall needs to try harder to fix his teeth, or that none of them have manners, its just the characters first judgement. I dont think any of that, i love them for who they are, and im not a directionATOR, im a directionER, this is simply just a character, and if im honest, it was really hard to say that about them, because its not true!
This is a story about a girl, and Niall, Niall and a girl. Except this girl is no ordinary girl, she is his brother. His unwelcome, unloved, lonley brother. She thinks she's going to be like that forever, until one train ticket to London, and a bump into a stranger on the streets changes everything... Summer, here we come...:D


6. You miss me?

'Niall, follow these name please, i love you!!'

'Niall, i love you so much!!'

'How are you Niall? I love you!'

'Hows the album going Niall, i love you?!'

Everyone loved Niall, everyone cared about Niall, what was i? Who does he think he is?! He might be an amazing singer, i've always thought that! I was the one that told him he'd regret it if he didnt audition! He wouldn't even be here without me!? How could he do this!?

I calmed down a little bit, then scrolled down the list to find my finger hovering over one.

One in particular.

To Liam.

'I miss her'

Who? Who did he miss? For a moment, i debated whether or not to click it. I couldn't d anyone harm?

Liam: Just thought i'd see if you were okay, you seemed down in rehersals:L

Niall: No, i miss her Liam.

Liam: Miss who?

Niall: Alex.

Liam: All you can do, is call her.

Niall: I would, but i dont even have a number!

Liam: Oh:/

Niall: I miss her :(

Was he talking about me? Me? Me!? No, he couldnt be. He'd have recognised me when we bumped into each other? I don't look that much different since he last saw he. I'd only grown my hair out longer and dyed it brown. It made my blue eyes stand out and the length framed my face perfectly. Compared to my old scraggly blonde straw hair and disgusting spot covered face, i looked much better.

Anyway, like i said, i didnt look that much different! How could he not recognise me. I had to confront him. I had to ask him if it was me. If he missed me. If he hadnt forgot, but i was too scared.

Liam, whoever he was, was the only other option.

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