Your So, I'm So...

Imagine. He brushes your light brown hair behind your ear, and suddenly your dimple appears as a smile stretches upon my face. "I won't forget." Your smile fades as you remember he was leaving, until who knows when. He wasn't yours any longer. "But your so... famous. I'm so... average." "You don't realize how long I've waited for this... I only want you." He hugs you one last time, and you breathe in his aftershave. He walks away, towards the plane, never to be seen again.


2. Losing You Too Soon

Emily's POV: 


It was November 13th, 8:04 am. 

I rushed out of bed, brushed my hair and teeth, grabbed my back pack and lunch, got dressed, and left for school.

I saw Niall walking ahead of me so I sped up my running and landed next to him. 

"Hey Leprechaun!" I said happily, trying not to think what my punishment will be when I get home, luckily my Dad wasn't awake yet, or I'd surely be in for it.

Niall looked me up and down, clearly nervous, and smiled. "Hey, you look like you just woke up Em!" I giggled. "Yep, I actually did.... Why are you so nervous?" He winced. "Uhmmm... Ahhh.. errrr. Test today, didn't study." I frowned, he was lying to me. "No, no, no, exams are next week Niall! What is wrong? I'm your best friend just tell me!!!!" I yelled, as we were quickly approaching the school. He looked at me. "Don't be mad.... but I'm in a band. An-and you can come with me after school today!" He exclaimed. I jumped for joy. "It's fine!!! And yah, I'll come, just meet me here after school so I know where to go." He nodded and went off to his homeroom. And, I, to mine. 

This day would be the longest day ever recorded in history.

(Skip to after school; 3:37 pm)

I ran to the stop sign that we designated for our meeting spot. Niall was already there, looking worried.

"Come ON EM!! Were late!" He yelled, and grabbed my hand, and pulled me all the way to the auditorium on the other side of campus. The side nobody uses, so the abandoned auditorium. It was actually a nice place for a band to rehearse.

Niall dragged me into the band's rehearshal room and he had my hand gripped tightly. "Be nice Em." He whispered, as he opened the door. 

A guy with a buzz cut walked over to Niall and sternly said "Niall! Your ten minutes late!" Then he looked at me. "Who's this?" Niall was about to answer when... oh my god... Louis Effing Tomlinson piped up. "No worries Daddy Direction It's his girl friend!" I shook my head. "No, were just friends." I said crossing my arms and dropping Niall's clammy hand. Louis smirked, this adorable smile, that I got to finally be the reciever of. "Okay, what's your name then sweet heart?" I smiled so big on the inside. "E-....." Crap! What WAS my name?

After five minutes of me standing there staring at him, Niall nudged me and started talking. "Her name is Emily." He said. "But, she prefers to be called Em." Niall finished. I smiled and mentally thanked him, after all he knew I loved Louis ever since first grade. Louis smiled. "Pretty name for a beautiful girl. Okay so, I'm Louis, that of course is Niall, Liam is the buzz cut boy, Harry with the curls, and Zayn with the quiff." He explained. I almost fainted from the first part. "And were... One Direction!" (Not famous yet...) 

I smiled. "Great band name! I love it!" I said, nicely. Niall smiled and wrapped his arm around me. "Harry came up with the name." "Coolio Leprechaun." I said and they all chuckled. "Leprechaun, I like it!" Louis said. I smirked and for some reason I started thinking out loud. "I wonder if he's single....." I said, but quickly covered my mouth. They all turned towards me. "I think she was talking about you Niall!!!" Louis said, laughing his head off. I felt like I was gonna die. Niall removed his arm from me and blushed heavily. I looked around and now Louis had them all in fits of laughter, except Niall, who was staring at his shoes as his face continued to turn to deeper shades of red. 

Without thinking, because I was clearly embarrased...! I grabbed my backpack and ran to my house. But this time, something felt different. No one came after me, chasing and trying to calm me down. No one called, face timed, texted, or tweeted. No new notifications.

No Niall.

My new issue of thinking aloud caused me to lose my best friend. My ONLY friend. 

I opened the door to find my drunken Dad standing face to face with me.

"Your LATE." He growled.

I winced but admitted to my defeat. I had already lost the best person in my life, (besides my dead mom), what else have I got to lose? Oh that's right.... nothing. "Yeah Dad, I'm really sorry for that, It's just...." I began, preparing myself for the worst. When he cut me off. "GO TO YOUR ROOM!" I noticed a woman in our living room, great he's on a date. No punishment. At least not tonight I guess.

I nodded and bounded up the stairs into my purple walled room and changed into my pyjamas. I crawled onto my bed and stayed on my laptop until 10:37 pm. Then, I checked my phone, just to find zero texts or missed calls. 

Distraught and exhausted, I climbed back into my bed, and slipped under the soft blankets. Then, I fell asleep.


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