I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move

Chapter 4: To Converse or not to Converse THAT is the Question

I did not want to seem eager so I didn't bother to text him. I showered, blow dryed my hair, painted my nails and wrote in my diary.

I wrote about how much I liked it here. And how nervous Niall made me. In my whole entire diary collection, about 150 in all because I had been writing since I was 5, this was the most interesting entry. I wrote a poem as my closing before I drifted off to bed...

blue, it was all I could see. I didnt know what to do. I was completly hypnotized by you, and your eyes lit up like fireflies over the sea. All I am thinking about is you..and me...but it can never be, never my life is not as clean as you deserve it to be..

I admit it wasnt my best work but jetlag messes you up, which is why I woke up at what would have been 5 am back home but it was 10 here. My mom was at work so I decided to cook. Something that never happens around my mom because she is so picky. I made an omlet and I had just sat down to eat when buzzer rang.

"Who is it?" I asked grumpily.

"Niall." I was in shock.

"Its not really a good time..." I was still in my pajamas. HOW THE FUCK DID HE EVEN KNOW WHICH FLAT WAS MINE?!?

"I brought coffee..." He said in a sort of teasing tone.

"Sold!" I buzzed him up.