You Are My Sunshine ↠ Niall Horan

[30] - Niall

"It's like your my mirror,

My mirror staring back at me,

I couldn't get any bigger,

With anyone else beside of me..."

Mirror • Justin Timberlake

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N I A L L

"Niall, Niall, Niall..."

I refuse to give in.

"Horan, mate, Niall, Niall-"

"Forget it Shan, I'm not looking at you."

"Niall... it's not Shan." Removing the pillow covering my face I see someone I wasn't expecting, Sophia, Liam's girlfriend.

"Soph?"

"Yeah, it's me, where's your-"

"Oi Niall! Where's all the food?" Liam and Louis appear in the doorway. "Wha'?" I frown, "What're you all ere' for?"

"We all agreed to come catch up during our break, so, here we are!" Louis raises his hands in excitement whereas I just groan at my pounding headache. "Are you hungover?" Harry asks suddenly appearing in my doorway. Alice, his girlfriend, slowly follows.

"No..." I moan, simply tossing the covers back over my head so I don't have to see the blinding sunlight again.

"Yes you are! You're eyes are hurting that's why you're under the blanket!" Sophia lifts my sheets off me and I'm left with the cold shivers on my pale skin.

"I'm just cold..." Partly telling the truth I feel like I'm getting away with my lie until my stomach decides to do a double take and I'm racing to the en suite.

Chuckles are heard from my bedroom and I hear Harry say a faint 'told ya so' and Louis complain, "He went out without us?", that bastard. Lauren and Perrie, Zayn and Louis' girlfriends, also make an appearance and grab me a wash cloth, give me small smiles then leave me to clean up.

After a long shower, a few pain tablets and a twenty minute nap. I find myself presentable and walk out to see all of the gang hanging in my lounge room watching a movie. "What's this?" I ask referring to the film.

"The Avengers." Liam replies, they each have a girl under there arm while I quietly excuse myself to get something to eat. Not that any of them noticed.

Finding what the boys said true, I don't have any food. I sit out on the balcony alone, just some more time to myself. I glance over to Shannon's house and see her drapes closed but I see her faint silhouette through the slightly transparent curtain. She's holding my guitar that I left at her place and quietly singing to herself.

I smile at her, how can one person be so... so what? There are too many words to define Shannon. I guess you could say she's indescribable, but that doesn't sound right. Phenomenal, extravagant or ravishing don't even sum her up.

Not holding anything back I keep my eyes on her, as she sways softly to her strumming and heavenly voice which can be heard in the crisp morning air. It's a silky sound and I let my eyelids flutter to the beautiful noise.

Perfect can't even be used to describe her, because that is something she isn't. Yet it fits her, it's what makes her human.

A perfectly imperfect human.