One direction Imagines



35. Julia and Niall

This is for Julia! Enjoy!


I held up my home made sign that read, "Welcome home, my Irishman." It was what I called him. I was was his Juju.

As I jumped up and down, waving my sign like a cheerleader, I thought about how we met. It was at this exact airport, near this spot. It was at the breakfast stand.

"That will be three pounds, Miss." The lady held out her hand, waiting for me while I rummaged through my two pound purse I bought when I was thirteen. I came up short.

"I'm so sorry. I don't have enough. Is this okay?" I asked hopefully. I was so hungry, and the blueberry muffin was looking better and better every moment.

"No, Miss. It is  enough. I'm sorry, but you don't pay, you don't get it. Next!" I sighed and walked away. I was starving. I made little money at my crap job as a burger flipper. I had just saved enough to buy a two way ticket to America to visit my sister at her college.

My parents went rouge when we were young, drinking and doing drugs. My younger brother followed their path but me and my sister had each other. She moved to America as soon as she was accepted into her choice college.

Her excuse was that she didn't want to be in or around the place that reminded her of our parents. I didn't blame her.

But while she had a full ride, I didn't have diddly-squat. Zip. zero. Not a dime, is the expression.

Now I was barely living paycheck to paycheck, in a small flat. And now I was going to stay in a dorm for a week.

I went to sit down, to wait for the plane. I took out my sketch book and started to mindlessly doodle. But pretty soon, something hit me. I heard it crinkle and fall to the floor. I looked down and saw it was the muffin I had tried to buy. I reached down to pick it up and then looked up at the person who had thrown it.

I looked up and was greeted to a blonde haired blue eyed boy, who was smiling shyly and blushing.

"Hey, um, that's for you. I, ah, saw you trying to buy it, and I thought I'd, um, buy it for you." He said, kinda hiding. I thought it was cute. He was cute.

It ended up that we were on the same plane. He invited me to first class. At first, I resisted. Eventually, I caved. We got to know each other. We became quick friends, and, eventually, more than friends.

And now I was here.

Waving a sign that hopefully stood out from about a hundred others.

I heard the screams from the hundreds of fans get louder. They must've been spotted, Niall and the boys.

"Hey, Juju. I missed you." I heard a person whisper in my ear. My smile grew as I turned around and was greeted by Niall, my Irishman.

"Oh, I missed you so much!" I said and dropped my sign, using my arms to engulf him in a hug.

"And I missed you too. Now let us head home before this turns ugly. Before we started to walk away, he whispered in my ear,

"I love you."

And he kissed me on the lips.

"I love you too."

And with that, we walked away.

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