4. Mixed Emotions
I don't fall in love often. When I do though, it happens quickly and unexpectedly. I know almost immediately whether 'just friends' is enough. Victoria was the last girl I expected to fall in love with. I barely knew her,and although she was unbelievably gorgeous, she was so much younger. "Age is but a number" doesn't work if you can be put into prison for pedophilia. There was just something about her. The way she had no idea about how beautiful she was on the inside, and outside. Her laugh was, as cheesy as this sounds, the laugh of a thousand angels. I could listen to her voice all day.
I did say we should still be friends. I know I did. The proof is even in the messages. I just couldn't let her go that easily. I feel like such a creep. Is that what pedophiles tell themselves? I really hope not because I was beginning to scare myself. I had planned this vacation to Clearwater beach to relax. It was summer and I just finished touring. I needed a break from moving and thinking, but there just was no escaping it was there?
I saw Victoria with her friends at Starbucks the next day. Even in a group of people, she stood out. Bothering her was the last thing I wanted to do. I was bound to embarrass her somehow if I did go to talk to her. She caught my eye and waved. I waved back with a goofy smile on my face ans forced myself to return to checking my emails.
"There's someone I gotta go talk to. I'll see you guys later okay?" I said to my friends as I separated from the group I was with. I've known them for a long time now. The conversations were nearly always the same, but it was worth being friends with them. It meant I could actually fit in, which was something I couldn't do in the town I used to live in.
I walked over to where Niall was sitting and leaned on the table, putting my face right behind his phone, scrunching my nose and sticking my tongue out. He looked up and made the same face. I laughed and took a long sip of my frappucino. He looked so adorable. I admit that I had a celebrity crush on him even before I met him. The first thing I did when I got home yesterday though, was take down all of my posters of him and his band. I wouldn't be able to look at them ever again after all of this. The way his hair would be so messy, but look so perfect. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled.
This was the worst thing I could have ever done. In one day spent with him, I had fallen in love with Niall James Horan.