Okay before I tell you how I ultimately got my heart broken by the most handsome, and gentlemen like boy out there, I'll set the scene.
It's the year 2012, One Direction really started to grow popular and Niall was busier than a bee in spring. Coarse he had no time for the little people in Ireland, with all that fame going on. Luckily, he just finished headlining for Big Time Rush and he was coming home. It was exactly 8:00 PM, in Ireland and Criminal Minds had just started. Niall hadn't come home yet though his flight was 'supposedly' late and that there was a mob and he was held up waiting for police. But I think he's just blowing me off for his British buddies. More like buddy, he was bringing his curly haired friend Harry who apparently was missing a few too many screws. Maybe a little too much hair flips. I sat in the dark, on the sofa buried under blankets watching the show closely. The pounding on the door was in sync with the knocking on mine. I jumped so high I fell off the sofa.
The door opened and Niall flicked the lights on and I screamed as I was blinded. I heard two different laughs. One was belonged to Niall the other I could only assume was Harry's. I looked up to find Niall offering his hand. I rejected it, getting up by myself. "Still denying my help I see." I roll my eyes. "Alright well Harry this is Sandra." I shook his hand. It was big and soft, unlike Niall's which was somewhat smaller and rougher because of the extended periods of playing that guitar of his.
We sat down and they told me stories, after Criminal Minds had finished of coarse. But I found it extra hard when I had an army of butterflies attacking my stomach, they were vicious and I thought if Niall wasn't talking I'd most likely spill my guts and tell him I love him and how I always have.
But I don't even understand why I'm explaining this day to you if my heart was never broken that day. It was the day Niall was leaving for America, the Up All Night Tour. It was a bright, beautiful day, the type of day to spill your guts, to find out the other person felt the same way. Maybe that's just wishful thinking right there, but whatever. Harry and the other boys had already boarded the plane and I was saying my goodbye to Niall.
"I'm gonna miss you tons." Niall frowned. I nodded, looking around us my anxiety levels rising. Why am I so nervous.
"But I'll be back before you know it." I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
I continued to look around the area wondering if I was the only one in this whole airport that was having an anxiety attack. It felt like my breath was playing a game of tag, teasing yelling 'catch me if you can'.
"You okay San? You're making m-" I cut him off and finally spilled.
"Niall I love you. I love you so much! More than a mouse loves cheese, more than a scientist loves science! More than a Sarah Jessica Parker loves Shoes! I love you more than Criminal Minds! Niall James Horan I love you more than a friend, more than a brother, I love you more than you will ever know."
He stared at me in shock, "my question is do you love me back?" He opened his mouth to say something.
"Final Boarding Call. All passengers please board the plane." The air hostess announced.
"I gotta go." With that he left me standing there.
That was the last time I ever spoke to Niall. It was a sad, ending to our love story even though we never had a beginning. Since then, I've always felt like I was missing half of me. I wonder if Niall ever felt that way too, or that I was slowly losing my mind, seeing him on the telly each day with a different girl in a different place at a different time. I now have the honour to say and I quote
I had the pleasure to have my heart broken by the Niall James Horan.