Summer Love (a Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Summer Love - Chpt. 18

*** Jessie's POV ***

Do you ever get that feeling, where your mind just won't let you stop thinking about someone? Well I've been having that feeling for quite some time now, and it feels... good. Yes. It feels good. I haven't felt good in ages, but right now I'm on top of the world.

"What are you smiling at Missy Moo?" Lola asks, bringing me back to reality.

"Nothing." I lie. We both laugh, because we know exactly what I'm smiling about. Niall.

"The boys are back tomorrow!" Lola reminds me. I give a massive creepy grin, making Lola crack up and spaz out. There's a comfortable silence as a music video show plays on TV.

"I haven't seen you this happy in a while." Lola tells me, breaking the quietless filling the room. I turn my head to her from the TV.

"Fabulous Babe." I say, looking back at the TV, which is now playing 'Price Tag' by Jessie J. Lola lets out a weird huff of laughter and I scrunch my eye brows. And then I shiver.

"What the f*ck. It was normal like 15 minutes ago and now it's freezing." I say, grabbing my grey cardigan and putting it on over my black tank top and Nialls stolen track pants. I walk over to the window and see that, once again, it is snowing.

"It's snowing." I say dreamily. I've always been fasinated with snow, because where I used to live near the beach in Australia, it never snows. It's like a dessert there or something.

"It's just snow." Lola says, not even getting up or anything. Geez, snow is like a gift. Dublin is so lucky to be given snow in Winter. Some places don't ever get it.

"Looks like ice cream falling from the sky." I mumble out, not even caring if Lola hears. I hear her giggle and sort of guess that she did hear.

"It's just snow!" She repeats. I turn around and glare at her. Why can't she be more fun? Ugh, she's a party pooper sometimes.

"You're such a boring old man." I say, rolling my eyes back to the window. I rest my fingers on the glass and immediatley prick them off because the window is bitterly cold. So cold that if I left my hand on there for longer, it would have frozen stiff. As I breathe on the glass, it slowly grows, fogging it up. I give a small smile, and think of what I used to do when I first moved to Dublin and it snowed. I traced my finger over only the fogged up bit, and I draw little pictures of random stuff.

Jess + Nialler

I'm such a sook. Oh well. It's fun. I quickly rub it out with the back of my sleeve so Lola can't walk over and see what I've written on the glass. Hehe.

"Snow is so pretty." I say, plonking back onto the warm couch next to Lola, who is now on her phone, too bored to listen to me. Great friend.

"UGH." I say, stazing out, not upside down on the couch with my legs hanging over the top.

"What's wrong." Lola says. It's not even classified as a question. I pick up my phone from the coffee table, still sitting upside down. I unlock it and log into Twitter which I barely ever go on.

"Nothing's wr-" I begin, but I cut myself off when I see how many notifications have clogged up my feed. I have about 50,000 followers. Wow. Wow. Wow. I didn't even realise.

"I have 50,000 followers." I state, looking up at Lola. She looks down at me with wide eyes.

"I have about the same." She says, looking at me like I'm weird. Well, I am. I'm lying upside down on the couch with my feet dangling off where my head should be. I look through some of the latest things people have tagged me in.