#Imagine...
You are walking home one evening by yourself and it's really cold. Next of all you feel a presence beside you. You start to walk faster,but the human/creature/thing is keeping up with your pace. You start to panic. You run. The human/creature/thing runs after you,after running for about 3 minutes the thing/creature/human shouts 'STOP! I just want to give you my jacket..you seem cold.'
You turn around and see that Niall frickin' Horan is taking off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to talk but Niall puts his finger to your lips&says 'shush..' very softly,you nearly collapse into his arms. He wraps you up in his jacket and you're really toasty. He offers to walk you home...You arrive at your door step&Niall asks you for your twitter name&number. You blush. He blushes too. 'Sure let me get a piece of paper' you say while reaching into your pocket .
'Here you go...*writes down twitter name* and.....*writes down mobile number* ' you say shyly
'I'll give you a call cutie' he winks but before turning away he grabs you into a passionate kiss. Fast then slow then fast again. When he finishes you can hardly breath . You can feel the blood in your cheeks . He gives a sweet but cheeky smile and turns away. You feel tempted to slap his butt. But you've only met. You sneak into your house because it is past midnight. You can hear the snores of your parents upstairs. And there's no noise from your baby sister and little brother. Good! You silently go upstairs avoiding the creaks in the stairs. You brush your teeth and practically fall into bed. Was everything a dream? You fall asleep. Waiting for tomorrow.
You wake up the next morning. It is a Sunday. You suddenly remember what happened last night. To try and figure out if it was a dream or not you check your mobile. Hmmm....no message from Niall...You become unsure. But then you remember you gave him your twitter name. You run down to your computer in the office. You really need your own laptop .
'Turn on turn on turn on!' you say to the old piece of junk.
Once the computer is on you click into internet explorer about 50 times. Your Dad has told you not to but it always seems quicker. About 25 different tabs open up .
'Ah well' you say in your common Irish accent.
You type 'Twitter' in quickly and sign in.
'Connect , connect , connect' you say while clikcing into the connect section.
'Finally!' you scream.
You click into interations.
'@Niallofficial follows you'
'OHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!' you scream.
Your mam rushes
