"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." Everyone chanted and clapped. My birthday was today, my sweet sixteen.
"Happy birthday dear Crystal, happy birthday to you." Everyone cheered and narrowed there eyes to my face. Closing my eyes, I thought of a wish. Thousands of things I could've wished for, money, car, clothes. I thought about what I could've wished for, then smiled and blew out the candles. Placing my hand on the cutting knife, placing the knife on the cake, carefully. I gave the first piece to my brother. Everyone was passed out a piece of cake.
"So, umm, Crystal. Whatcha wish for?" It was Niall. Niall James Horan. My best friend since kindergarten.
"It's not going to come true if I tell you." We both giggled. He looked at
me with the most kind eyes and grabbed my hand. I looked at him with surprise and shock.
"Uhh, Niall. What are you doing?" Giving him a shocked look, knowing he was up to something.
"Just c'mon." He dragged me outside, nobody could see us. Still, i had no idea what he was doing.
We got outside, I saw the beautiful pastel colored sky, red yellow-orangish color. It was beautiful.
"For you." Niall opened his car door and grabbed his guitar. Singing.
"Crystal, this is the song I wrote for you." He looked at me, and strummed his guitar.
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else." Closing his eyes, he sang like an angel.
"The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell." I grabbed his hand looking at him with loving eyes. The more and more he sang I smiled.
"You don't know- oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful." Finishing the song, I giggled and looked to the floor. My eyes were getting teary.
"Are-are you okay?" Niall questioned.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I lost the grin on my face and became more serious.
"Wait. Was the song bad? If you want I can sing another and-"
"No, Niall, it's fine. Your song was so adorable."
"But Crys." That was my nickname, I never actually seemed to like it. But Niall would always call me by it.
"Niall. You know what I wished-" I paused.
"C'mon Crys. Say whatever you have to tell me." His fingers were interlocked with my fingers. Giving him a look, we were best friends. Why was he holding my hand? Why did he write a song about me? His best friend? One thing I have to admit, I do like Niall. But he wanted to date?
"Niall. What are you saying?" I asked and tried letting go of his grip.
"I-I love you, Crystal." He states.
"Niall. Niall." My tears swept down my face as his hand stoked my cheek, wiping them away.
"You know what I wished for today?"