Just Give Me A Reason (Niall Horan) *On Hiatus*

Chapter One: Superhero Pose

Chapter 1 – Superhero Pose

Liam! Liam! Liam!!

I was bouncing up and down on the edge of my seat. I got up, going to the bathroom to check my appearance and to make sure I had everything packed up. Sighing once I realized, for the millionth time, that I had nothing to do I flopped down onto my large hotel-room bed.

I’ve been waiting with nothing to do for two hours now, and even though Liam isn’t supposed to be showing up for another half an hour… I was getting impatient.

Fed up, I threw my long, black hair into a pony tail; I grabbed my room key and some loose change, and made my way down to the vending machine.

Snacking. It’s what I do. Some mini-Oreos? Don’t mind if I do…

5 minutes later, and I was back in my hotel room. Well, that was fun. I decided to just flick the T.V on and maybe take a quick nap while I waited. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep with the excitement of seeing my best friend, but I tried anyways.

Liam and I have been best friends since I was twelve and my parents moved us to Wolverhampton.  We’re from Ireland, but when my father got a huge job promotion we picked up and moved. It was really hard for me at first, getting used to everything and making friends and such. Not that I was a shy person, but making friends was hard since everyone was already in their little cliques and I was looked at as the weird-new-girl-from-Ireland-with-the funny-accent. 

For the first few months at my new school, I pretty much had zero friends. I wasn’t bullied or disliked; people just simply ignored me and didn’t bother with letting me become their friend. I had given up trying to make friends, when my parents insisted that I host a Christmas party and invite my entire year. I was weary, unsure if anyone would come… but I figured the size and mystery of my house would draw people in. My father getting the promotion gave us a significant amount more money, so the house we lived in was actually huge.  Seven years later, and I’m still overwhelmed by it. Anyways, so my parents insisted I have this huge party and that’s exactly what I did.

To my surprise, everyone showed up, even people from higher grades. I was ecstatic. The party was a lot of fun, but people still weren’t talking to me. Being the emotional twelve year-old that I was, this broke my shield of not caring, and I ran to my room crying. This… is how I met Liam. It was pretty much the most cliché boy-girl meeting ever. Liam, hopeless kid he was – and still is – was looking for the bathroom, but instead he found my room, and walked in on my sobbing. I was super embarrassed, but he ran over and comforted me, asking if I was okay. From that moment, I believed him to be the sweetest boy ever. After he managed to make me stop crying, we sat in my room talking for the rest of the night. We talked about ourselves, and I told Liam about my move and struggle with getting friends. “You’re having a hard time getting friends?!” He asked like it was the craziest idea in the world. From that point he promised to always be my friend, and to this day… hasn’t broken that promise.

Liam and I were instantly best friends. We had so much in common, yet were complete opposites. We liked to pick on each other, but the second one of us was getting picked on by someone else the other was there to take that bully down. We were totally comfortable with each other, and at each other’s side whenever possible. He’s the only boy I’ve ever loved. Don’t get the wrong idea though. We didn’t love each other as boyfriend-girlfriend… more like siblings. We actually tried out that whole romantic thing a few years ago… it didn’t work out. Nah, Liam and I were just your typical best friends… inseparable, talking about anything and everything, with plenty of inside jokes.

Gosh, I miss him. Words cannot describe how excited I am to see him.

Right at this moment, my phone buzzed.