He looks me in the eyes, holding my gaze the entire time we speak. His bright, emerald green eyes, pupils dilating and his whole face softening whenever I speak.
"They're evil people, Harry. They've never accepted me for who I was and they never will. They've already judged me so much, they still do, I don't want them judging you too," I say, my eyes watering, a single tear slipping and making its way down my face.
Harry reaches me in one quick stride, taking my face in his hands delicately and wiping the tear away.
"I don't give a damn what they think Niall. If they can't see how perfect you are and love you for you, then they are all insane. You deserve the best, better than the best, and I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my whole life."
And at that moment, I realized what being in love really felt like, and I understood what everyone had meant.
••••••
/ n i a l l /
Have you ever known what it's like to fall in love?
That's funny, because neither have I.
Love is so crazy. It's so unpredictable, difficult, and amazing all at the same time, from what I've heard. They say that you'll know who is the one right away, but I've never believed any of that.
Being a 19 year old homosexual male makes finding a love life pretty difficult. Especially when you're constantly looking for a place to land.
My name is Niall Horan. I'm pretty much a gay rights enthusiast and I've never been in love or had any crushes. My life has been pretty basic, and I've always been trying to find my way and purpose in life.
I lived a decent life until I was 16, and then it quickly went downhill for me. I came out to my parents on National Coming Out Day, thinking that they would have maybe been happy for me, but instead their reactions were pursing their lips, and telling me and being a homosexual was a sin, and I would go to hell for it. They threatened to kick me out, so I let them, and I left for my loving Aunt's house two days later.
My Aunt Clara is the most beautiful and loving woman to ever exist. I say she's my real mother, because she is so accepting and understanding, and she's always been trying to put me on the right track. I lived with her for two years, dropping out of high school when I was kicked out.
My Aunt lived in Ohio, while my parents lived in Florida, where I grew up for most of my life. I was Christian, and my parents took their religion very seriously. I should have known that they would say that, but I was just too eager to let them know the real me.
When I was 18, Clara got breast cancer. It was the worst time of my life, and I was constantly worrying about her, which led her to constantly worrying about me. I decided that she needed to be free of the burden of me, and that her recovery was the most important thing in the universe right now. So after weeks of her protesting and not wanting me to go, she gave me plenty of money, a phone that she paid for, and a laptop. Clara did have quite a bit of money, and with having no kids, she felt that I was her son.
So, telling her I loved her, she was the best person ever, and saying she was my real and loving mother, I set out, leaving Ohio and my Aunt behind.
After being gone for two months, I was staying at many motels, walking, and hitchiking, because I didn't have a car. My Aunt Clara was finally free of breast cancer, and told me I could come back, but I wanted to find my own path and wanted her to be happy and healthy.
I still have no idea what to do with my life. I didn't graduate high school, so there wasn't anything that I could probably be successful with.
