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.


3. Chapter 3 - Go out with me tonight?

The next morning I awoke to the sun peeking through my curtains. It was about 9:00 in the morning, and I didn't feel too weirded out by the jet lag. It had never really bothered me too much in the past. I guess I adjust well to new things.

I headed out to the kitchen to stir up some breakfast. I silently thanked my Dad when I opened the fridge, as he had made sure my place would be stocked with all my favorite food before my arrival. I needed to call him later. I proceeded to fry up some eggs and poured myself a glass of orange juice. After finishing my breakfast I decided to unpack everything else. I've always been one to unpack right away. I can't stand the sight of suitcases and boxes just lounging around.

I decided to begin with the living room. I started to hang up all my pictures and wall decor. My favorite piece would be the medium sized painting I had done in one of my art classes in school. It was this delicate piece with an old willow tree on it. I lined the top of the walls with my white Christmas lights. Despite it being August, I loved Christmas lights. They add a romantic effect to any room and just looking at them makes me smile, thinking of the cheeriness that comes with the winter holidays. After adding my final touches to the living room by placing my favorite books in the bookshelf, I moved on to the kitchen and dining room.

The room was modern and well decorated already. I just put up some more pictures and added a table runner to the kitchen table. I also added the salt and pepper shakers to the table. They were a house warming gift from Edin. They were two little white doves. I placed them so they were facing each other, almost giving dove kisses to one another. Next, I went to the small powder room and the hallway. Once again I added some more pictures and cute accents to both areas. Finally, I went back to my bedroom.

I loved this room already, but it was a little barer than the rest. I think my father knew he should leave most of the decorating of this room to me. He knows me so well. I opened up my suitcases and hung up all my clothes, and of course, they were organized by color and type of article of clothing. I guess you could say I was a bit of a neat freak. I like everything to look organized. Next, I took out all my little knick-knacks that had to come with me. This included my miniature giraffe figure from a zoo in Florida, my little Coliseum figure from Rome, and a snow globe my father gave to me as a child. My many figurines took up a lot of room on my shelves, but it didn't matter. Each one has many memories attached to them. Every time I looked at the giraffe, I remembered how one licked my face at the zoo. Looking at the Coliseum was brought me back to the moment I first laid eyes on it back in Italy, and the snow globe was just cute. I then put up my pictures and posters and painting. I hung up my Elvis poster above my bed, and my Buddy Holly posters on each side of my vanity. I unpacked all my little perfumes and such, and placed them on the vanity.

Once my bedroom was all set up I fell backwards onto my fluffy bed and just laid there and took it all in. I was still stunned that I was in Ireland, living in my own place, and starting school at Trinity in a week. It all felt like this elaborate dream, but the best part about it is that it was completely real.


I stumbled into my apartment after tripping over my own feet. It had been a long day, and I could barely lift my feet any more. My first day of classes was exhausting. Professors droning on about the syllabi and rules of the room was so boring. There were so many books to buy, and then I had to carry them all up two flights of long rickety stairs, since the elevator was being repaired, in addition to carrying an already heavy backpack. I dropped all my crap on the floor and reached for my phone in my back pocket. I had felt it buzz a few times while carrying all my shit up. I had two text messages, one from mom and one from my Nana, and three alerts from twitter. I sat on the couch and began to sort through. I answered my mother and Nana, and then went onto twitter. My eyes suddenly bulged at the feed on the screen. According to the 1D Updates handle I follow, One Direction would be doing some promotions and signings here, in Dublin, right around my birthday. Immediately my mind began racing. What if I actually saw them around the city?! I mean, I could not afford to get tickets to the signing and promotions considering I haven't found a job yet, but hey, if they're in the city, maybe I'll spot them somewhere. After doing a little jig around my living room out of excitement at the possible proximity between me and One Direction, I got straight to work on my homework, eagerly awaiting a phone call from Edin.


Three hours later with all my homework done, I decided to head out to town for a bite to eat. I hadn't had much all day, and always looked for an opportunity to walk around the city, wanting to figure it out better. I headed over to this little cafe called "Rachel's Place" that a nice girl in my class had told me to try out. I think her name was Ciara? If it's as good as she says, I will have to thank her. As I strolled in, I immediately loved it. There were Christmas lights spelling out words all over the walls and I couldn't help but smile. Jazz music was playing in the background and the sweet saxophone soothed my soul. I would do anything to find a good jazz club around here. I walked up to the counter and ordered a latte and a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. Yum. After ordering my stuff and handing over some cash the cashier started up a conversation with me.

"You're a yank aren't you?"

I laughed. I had gotten the same question all day, it's the accent I suppose. "Yes I am. Just moved here a week or so ago."

"How are you adjusting so far?" the woman asked.

"Oh just great. I love it here. Best decision of my life. I just wish I could find a job, along with a nice jazz club or something."

"Well you know, one of my girls just quit so she could travel with her boyfriend. Do you know how to work a register?"

"Yeah I do actually." I had worked in a clothing store back home in the mall. I think the hardest part would be transitioning from dollars to euros, but I figured I would pick it up in no time.

"Well" she said, "Would you like a job here?"

My jaw dropped. Did she really just offer me a job on the spot? "Uh yes that would be lovely! When could I start?"

"Here, give me your number" she said handing me pen and a pad of paper, "and I'll give you a call next week to get things started."

"Thanks you so much!" I wrote down my number and slid my pad across the counter. "Oh, and I'm Raegan, by the way." I said, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you Raegan. I'm Rachel, the owner and manager." she said. "Oh and your food is ready." She handed me my latte and sandwich on a plate. "I'll call yah next week, see you soon!" She walked out back with a wave.

I slowly walked to my seat smiling and trying not to tip my plate. Had I actually just got a job on the spot? Heck yeah I did. I couldn’t wait to tell Edin about this.


"So she just asked you right then and there?" Edin said, her voice bellowing through the living room since it was on speaker.

"Yep. Right there and then."

"Wow, is she craaaazy?"

"Edin!" I yelled! "Not polite!"

"Whaaaaat? For all she knows you could be a serial killer!"

"You and I both know that I am NOT a serial killer."

"Ha, I know babycakes." That nickname of hers has never worn off. "You're gonna be great. You probably won her over with that golden smile of yours."

For my entire life Edin had always told me that I had a "golden smile" and that men would drop bars of gold at my feet just to see it. If I'm going to be honest, I do have a nice smile, in fact I love it, but I wouldn't take it to the extreme that Edin does.

"Oh you know it." I replied to her. "If you had been there, she would have hired you just from looking at your golden locks." Edin had the most beautiful hair on the planet. She had long, naturally golden blonde waves that tumble down her back perfectly every morning when she wakes up. It was totally different from my red wavy hair. Red is a good color I suppose, and I actually don't mind the waves.

"Well I've got to go. Lots to do you know...." she said. I could practically see her examining her nails as she said this.

"Okay love. I will call you later this week. Or maybe we could even skype? I didn't get the chance to tell you about this Jake guy I met..." I said with a smirk.

"WHAT? You can't just hang up with that!"

"Edin, don't you have lots of things to do? I'll call you later."

"Fiiine. Love you. I will talk to you later. Kiss kiss!"

With that she hung up. I finished folding the rest of my clothes and picked up my phone from across the room. Jake had texted me again. We had been texting since the day after we met. He was so sweet. He texted me the next day after we had met telling me he thought I was really pretty and apologizing for being so nervous about asking for my number. "I just couldn't help it" he said, which made me blush immediately. The only thing was that he hadn't officially asked me out on a date yet, and I was wondering what the holdup was. I mean, if he said I was so pretty and made him nervous, that means he's interested right? I had some previous experience with guys, but I always doubt myself when it comes to stuff like this. They were still just as confusing now as they were back in 6th grade when I had my first very own crush. I will always remember that. Good ol' Johnny Jenkins.....


"Hey Raegan! What kind of name is that? Raaaaaegan. You sound like an old man!" Johnny yelled across the courtyard.

"No I don't! It's your name that sounds like an old man! Jerk!" I yelled back.

Oh Johnny Jenkins. I was crazy about him. He was my first real crush and I had no clue what to do about it.

"Oh really?! Is that what you think?" He yelled back at me. He jumped off the rock he was sitting on, surrounded by his friends and started walking towards me. I didn't know what to do. He was coming straight this way to tell me off or something I'm sure. This is how our relationship was. We always made fun of each other despite me liking him so much. He finally made his way over here, and I could hear his friends chanting his name. What was he going to do? I looked to my left and saw that Edin had slowly back away with the rest of our friends, so it was just Johnny and I standing in the center of the courtyard while our two groups of friends just watched us. I could still here the chanting coming from Johnny's side. The next thing I knew, he was standing two inches away from my face. I looked up into his big brown eyes as they mesmerized me.

"Do you really think my names sounds like and old man's name? He asked, this time all quiet and sweet.

"No" I whispered back.

"Good. Because yours doesn't either." The next thing I know he leaned in and kissed me, right then and there. It was sweet and short, hardly anything considering we were in sixth grade and didn't even know much about kissing. His friends all started hooting and hollering, but he just kept looking at me.

And that was my very first kiss. Needless to say, Johnny and I only lasted two weeks into our sixth grade romance, but hey, that was quite the first kiss and quite the first crush.


Suddenly my phone began to buzz, I looked down at the screen and jumped for joy a little bit. It was Jake!

"Hey Raegan, how are you?"

"I'm good, and you?"

"I'm alright, but I would be much better if you let me take you out tomorrow night? There's this great restaurant by my place that I think you would like."

"Sure, I'd love to go."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 8."

"Okay, see you then."

"Okay, bye."

Oh my god. The wonderful, cute and good looking Jake finally asked me out on a date. I ran off to my closet and began to pick out my outfit. The more time I had to decide, the better I would look.

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