Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

// Niall

 

Trembling fingers traced past the bundle of rustling pages, deciding to cease at one nearly at the middle of the notebook, as my eyes glided over the half-occupied page. The tears prickling into my eyes, causing every word engraved in black to appear doubled, until I finally managed sufficient power to blink them off.

Dear Journal,

He... he kissed me today.

The moment his lips touched mine, it felt as if nothing else in the world mattered to me anymore.. It felt like Niall was all I wanted, all I ever needed in life. Every time I see him, I get this crazy feeling in me, like a whole garden of butterflies fleeting across my stomach, making me nervous to be around him. I don't get how he does this every time, but that feeling never stops.

He's adorable, the most perfect human being I've ever met. His laugh, his voice, that cute accent, his personality, the mammoth appetite, those ocean blue eyes, the way he runs his fingers through his hair every time he gets shy, the way he makes me all nervy around him; I love it. I love it all... I love everything about him.

He's not the wrong one, but I know he's not the one I should be falling for. He's Niall. Niall Horan - Someone who could have any girl he wanted, someone way too perfect to be mine. I wish these stupid emotions were under my control, I really do. I mean, can't even help but feel all that he makes me feel... and then it just seems practically impossible to not relish this beautiful emotion that I can feel is blooming and only heightening every day. It's like he's pulling me into this hypnotic spellbound and the more I try to pull myself out of it, the deeper I fall into it.

I think I'm falling for him.. I think I'm in love... with Niall.

I love Niall.

 

"I love you too, Cath," I whispered to myself, shutting her notebook close as my fingers clutched at it tightly.

"Big boys don't cry," An unfamiliar voice flew in from behind me, as a few seconds filled in silence passed by.

My head slightly raised itself to let my eyes come into view of a certain brunette, not pitiful but a consoling smile etched onto her lips, as she stood in front of me.

"Hey Brynn, how you doin'?" I asked, quickly wiping off the tear tracks from the corner of my eyes, that I hadn't even realised were there, until she informed me.

"I'm alright Niall. How are you?" She asked.

"I'm living," I lightly chuckled, not a hint of humour present in my laugh.

"Here, I got you lemon tea. I noticed you were having headaches the past few days.. It's gonna make you feel better. I hope, at least," She smiled, holding out a glass-shaped recyclable tea container to me.