He sends me texts.
I don't answer.
I want to cry, but I don't.
He seems worried, but I can't reply, and look stupid.
I won't just text him back like - 'Hey I felt a huge wave of jealousness hit me, and I'm ignoring you now, because I don't want to get hurt.'
Niall Horan: your so beautiful
Niall Horan: reply to me
Niall Horan: PLEASE
Niall Horan: Stop ignoring me
Niall Horan: Rosie, please :(
Niall Horan: I'm sorry for whatever I have done.
I keep opening newer, and more saddening messages.
Niall Horan: Just think about something please.
Niall Horan: Here are the pieces, put them together
Niall Horan: im blonde, with an accent, I got kicked out of school the day you did, you have green eyes, your hair was brown... third grade elementary..
Know I know what he means...
He is the blonde guy with the Irish accent from my first period class who telepaticaly sent me the chill pill joke. In third grade everyone hated me. He was the only kid who wasn't. I remember him now.
Me: I know who you are Niall Horan
Niall Horan: Is that a good thing?
Me: Wait a second.
Niall Horan: oh shit.
Me: You said you were in love with this girl...
Niall Horan: I am.
It was me! He was in love with me!
Me: I want to see you.... RIGHT NOW
Niall Horan: I'll meet you in school in ten minutes.
Niall Horan: Okay.
Me: Just come./
He logged off.