Cupid's Journal

Entry Twenty-Eight

(September 14th)

The day after Valentine's, i had a very, very bad hangover. And my stomach hurt. Clearly, sober Niall was right. Drunk Niall must've eaten a ton. Drunk Niall also drank way too much. I could barely feel my limbs enough to write an entry.

Present Niall also has a hangover. Last night was my birthday, and sober Niall's decision to drink heavily is killing my head and i can barely feel anything. It's been exactly seven months since Harry and Louis hooked up, and i'd be lying if i said they didn't fall more and more in love with each other every day. They only say it about a bazillion times in the group chat.

I'm still working on falling in love with someone. It hasn't happened yet, but by god i will use my newfound matchmaking powers to find myself a partner.

Apparently, drunk Niall had tried to flirt with a barstool. Drunk Niall should not be trusted, apparently.

I don't feel any older, even tho i'm a year older now. It's weird, birthdays. They're a reminder that you survived and didn't die. Like congratulations, you're older now!

Enough birthday musings, i have good news!

I've been recording songs to pursue that musical thing i've been talking about. Liam had heard drunk Niall belting out at the top of his lungs at the Valentine's party, and when we'd called that next morning, i'd sung again for him. He thinks i should send demos to studios or something. That's not a bad idea. I think i'm going to do that. Hopefully it all works out.

In other news, I really need to pee. My bladder's not exactly happy with me for drinking way too much water to combat my hangover. Gonna go to the bathroom.

Did you miss me? I missed you. I know it's only been a few minutes but i've been talking in you so much it feels weird, i don't know. I should record something today, my guitar's ready. Maybe. I don't know, i'm still very violently hungover. My head's pounding. Maybe i should sleep. But i can't. Brain's full.

I really want someone to love.

Oh, shit. my phone's buzzing. Apparently, drunk Niall texted some really pining messages about wanting to date someone to the group chat with all five of us. And something about another pizza night. 

Drunk Niall is a force to be reckoned with.

Anyways, i gotta go. Gonna try to shoot my shot with people, and i'll keep you updated if i fall in love. I gotta use these matchmaking powers. I gotta record stuff, and i'll keep you updated if i top charts or sell out arenas like i've signed off before.

- your favorite aspiring musician, blonde cupid, and insane drunk - Niall James Horan