Don't forget Where You Belong

Raegan Moynihan is no fashion model. She isn't famous or incredibly talented. She's just an ordinary college girl, new to Dublin.

Niall Horan is a world famous superstar. He's talented, can sing, play the guitar, and make girls swoon just by looking at them.

They find love in each other when they least expect it, then lose it all in a moment.


It's incredible how it only takes a second to almost lose the person you love more than anything, but, in the end, there's always a way to get through the misery and find the shining light of hope.

This story is a Niall Horan fan fiction about getting through it all to be with the person who means everything. Fame, stalkers, and oceans can't come between two people who are destined to be together.


1. Chapter 1 - Rudy's




Three more days,there were just three more days until I leave for Ireland. Damn. I wish it was zero days. I continued packing my things up as I waited for my best friend Edin to come over. We were going to say goodbye before I left. I couldn't wait to get away from everyone, except her. Don't get me wrong, I would definitely miss my family too, we were all really close and my parents were great, but I just couldn't wait to get the heck out of here and to the place of my dreams. Edin and I had been friends since we were five when our moms met at a yoga place and hit it off, and she was practically my sister. Our moms were still best friends too, so we were always together growing up.


I heard the doorbell ring, and ran downstairs to get it. As I opened the door I was bombarded with a squeal and a hug that nearly knocked me over.


"Reagan! Please don't go! Take me with you! I'll do anything!"


"Well hello to you to then," I said casually.    


"Sorry, it's just that I don't want to not see you for an entire semester. What will I do with myself?"


"Edin, you will be fine. Relax. We will skype every day, After all, I probably will still need your boy advice, even when I'm away." She laughed as I said this. I never was good at talking to boys andsuch. I mean, I have had a few boyfriends, and I wasn't insecure about myself, but I never would have been able to even take the first steps without her. She knows all.


"Come on, lets go upstairs."            


We went up to my room to hang out and pack some more, there was still so much left to do. I still needed to sort my clothes, take down my posters so they could come with me, decide what books to bring, and go through my jewelry. I put on some music to listen to while we got down to work, and the sweet sound of Beyonce's "Love on Top" came on. Edin immediately started helping me out by throwing all my clothes onto the floor from the closet.


"Uh, what are you doing? Those need to go into the suitcase, not the floor."


"Uh Raegan, you can't bring all of this. We need pick what clothes you actually want to bring. Duuuuh." She said, mocking me of course.


"Right. Good point." I had told myself I was only allowed three, maybe four suitcases, and that included my little carry on one.


We started going through all my clothes. Making two piles. One for the clothes coming with, and one for the clothes that would stay behind. Most of the clothes coming with me were for cooler rainy weather. After all, it rained a lot in Ireland, never got too hot, but didn't snow too much either. It was my kind of weather. After about an hour, we had all the clothes sorted and tucked away intothree suit cases, each one weighing what felt like 100 pounds. Next, we started on the Jewelry. I didn't wear a lot of jewelry so picking and choosing what pieces I wanted was easy, especially with Edin's help. Once that was done we went to the book shelf. This was going to be tricky. There were a lot of books...


"You're not planning on taking ALL these books with you right?"


"No.....just some. Besides, I don't want to go off to college in another country and come back as blonde as you. Books make you smart my friend." Edin laughed at this. She's always been a bit ditsy,but not stupid. But, growing up we've always joked about her having blonde moments because she actually has blonde hair.


As Edin started going through my books I took a look at my walls. I was already decided on what posters and paintings I was going to bring with me. I just need to get them down. I began to untack my American Flag from the wall. I figured if I was going to be in another country, I need to represent somehow. I then looked over to my poster of the photo taken in Times Square inNYC of the spontaneous kiss a war veteran planted on some lady. I loved this poster. It was so random and sudden and beautiful in a way. I can only imagine how the photographerfelt as he or she captured such a great moment. As I began to un-tack it from the wall Edin continued to yell out the titles of books so I could give a yes or no on them.  


“What about ‘The Great Gatsby’?” she yelled




“To Kill a Mockingbird?”




“The Hunger Games triology?”




This continued on for a while. Finally the pile of books was sorted and ready to be tucked into the next box to be shipped over. I was on my last poster. Edin looked up justas I was going to un-tack it from the deep purple wall.


“You’re kidding me right? You’re NOT taking that poster with you!”


"What? Yes I am. Why wouldn't I?" I didn't see any issue with taking my favorite One Direction poster with me. After all, I had been a fan since the beginning. I had loved them since the X-Factor. I couldn’t just drop my love for their music!


"Raegan, you are going to Ireland! This is a new start! A new place! A new everything! You don't need to be dragging around some poster of a boy band that tweens fall to the floor for!"


"Edin, they are too good for me to just stop being a fan. It's going with me. Besides, I'm not the only 17 almost 18 year old who thinks they're great, I swear."


"Whatever you say Raegan. I can't wait until you bring your first boy to your apartment and he looks at that and gets freaked out. What guy wants to date a girl who he thinks is a psycho fan girl? Besides the members themselves of course." I started laughing at her logic.  “I bet it would only pump up their ego.”


"You and I both know I am NOT a psycho fangirl. I love the music and I think the boys are good looking! What do you want from me? At least my entire room isn't covered with them. Besides, no member of One Direction will ever be in my room, let alone within 100 feet of me. It's just going to be mingled in with the rest of my posters and paintings. It will sit nicely between Robbie Williams and Ed Sheeran.”


"True that babycakes., But you never know, now that you'll be in Ireland you could run into Niall." I laughed at the fantasy. I would miss all her nicknames for me. "Anyways, you wanna get some icecream like old times? Then our sleepover can commence. Besides, I have a surprise present for you. But I am NOT giving it to you until later."


"Hell yeah I want some ice cream!" I said.  "And about your surprise, you know I hate secrets." I wondered what it could be. I hadn't hinted at anything I wanted considering I don't expect any gifts for going away anyways.


"I will absolutely not reveal my surprise. Now put some decent clothes on and let’s go."        


I looked down at my outfit. She was right. I didn't want to go out in some cotton shorts and a ripped up tank top. I threw on some floral print shorts, a flowy white blouse and some roman sandals. I grabbed my stuff to bring to her place and we headed out the door and hopped in her car. On the way we jammed to her favorite guy in the world, Bruno Mars, and through all our awful singing, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Niall Horan from One Direction being in my room. Dream on.




We arrived at the ice cream place. It was this small little place near her house called Rudy's. Despite it being practically a shack, their ice cream was the best. They had over 50 flavors. Edin's favorite was cake batter, mine was the pumpkin pie flavor, which I had yet to find at any other ice cream place I'd been to in my whole life. Edin and I have been coming here since we first met, and the owner Rudy knew us pretty well at this point.


   "Hello ladies, do you want your usual request?" Rudy asked us at the window. We both looked at each other, then back him.        


"Yes please." We said together. He laughed and shook his head at us. It was my turn to pay so I took out my wallet while we waited. Rudy finally came back, handing us two ice cream cones.


“Reagan, a little birdy tells me I won’t be seeing you at my window anymore.” said Rudy.


“Yep.” I said nodding my head with a small smile. “I leave in three days.”


"Well I'm sorry to see you go, but I know you'll do great. I'll keep little miss Edin in line for you while you're gone." I looked over to see Edin laugh and roll her eyes.


"Thanks Rudy." I said with a smile. I gave him a wave and Edin and I went to go sit down at the picnic tables. It was nice warm evening, so there was no way we were going to sit inside.


"You know, it really is going to be weird here without you." Edin started saying. "I mean, you're leaving the country, I'm leaving the state. It's just weird that we're getting old and starting to go separate ways. Remember when we used to dream about getting old? And we couldn't wait to be all grown up? Well now that it's here, sometimes I miss being a kid."


"Yeah." I said with a small smile. “Tthat scares the hell out of me. But you know what? We're still going to be best friends. Even over the Atlantic Ocean." She started to laugh, and had tears in her eyes.


"Leave it to you to bring geography into this." She said. I laughed and started tearing up a bit myself. I wiped them away, and so did she. "It’s weird to think that we've sat at this exact same picnic table a least a hundred times every summer that we've been friends. And now we won't do that anymore...."




That night, after getting ice cream, Edin and I headed back to her place for one last sleepover before I would leave. As I was brushing my teeth she walked into the bathroom with a smug grin on her face. She was holding an envelope with my name written in her fancy cursive writing on it.


"Raegan. I think it is about time I give you your super-secret present. I've been holding onto these for a while, waiting for this day to come. You have to promise not to scream when you open it because you know my mom will be pissed if she gets woken up by your idiotic shrieking."


"Uh okay........" I spit in the sink and rinsed my toothbrush off. She handed me the envelope and smiled. I opened the flap and was immediately shocked. She shouldn't have. They must have cost a fortune. "Are these what I think they are?" I grinned and went to give her a hug, practically suffocating her.


"If by that you mean TWO tickets to the One Direction Take Me Home tour in Dublin next March? Then yes. They are exactly what you think they are."


"Thank you, thank you thank you thank you!" I squealed. I couldn't believe I was holding two tickets to a One Direction concert in Dublin.           


"Shhhhh!" she hushed while shutting the bathroom door. "Now, the show is during my spring break, so I bought two so I can fly out and see the show with you. I know that I'm not the biggest fan, but I promise to do my homework on the plane over there, and I mean, Harry Styles is hot enough to lure me into anything so…”


I hugged her again and squeezed her tight. "Seriously E, thank you so much. I appreciate it. They must have cost a fortune."


"Eh, no worries. Think of it as a good luck, I'll be seeing you soon, so proud kind of gift."

"Well thanks again. Ready to pretend to go to sleep but actually talk all night?” She laughed. I always said this when we had sleepovers because we always did the same thing. We would just lay in her bed and talk for hours instead of just going to sleep right away. The conversations usually wouldn't end until one of us drifted off in the middle of a sentence. I had probably learned more about Edin in these conversation than any other time, and I bet she would say the same about me. I guess it's a best friend kind of thing.

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