I walked through the tall grass to where he was buried. I had brought a picnic basket knowing that I would be here for a while. I sat down and laid next to the cold stone he now presented.
I wish he was really here, to hold me, kiss me, tell me when everything was going to be alright when everything wasn't okay. Now everthing is never going to be okay.
"I miss you." I whispered. Pulling a few grasses out. "The boys sure miss you."I said now sitting up. "The boys miss you a lot." I whispered. "I honestly don't think they will ever step into another recording studio agian." I said. I rolled over to the basket and pulled out my jacket. It was a little cold.
"Looks like your mom brought you some flowers." I said looking at the fresh Daisy's by the stone. "I would have but my pay is now cut short. You already know why." I mumbled. Ever since his funeral I missed so many days my pay is now cut short.
"Here." I said getting into my basket and getting out his favorite food. "Nandos, just got them!" I smiled down at the chicken and took slow bites. "Not like before." I said. "Nothing like before." I put the chicken back in the container and put that in the basket.
"Liam is trying to learn the guitar for you." I said laying back down. "I think he is actually getting pretty good." I slowly smiled. "Nothing like you, but decent." "Nobody will play like you." I said. "Oh and by the way." I said pulling out his guitar pick. "Before I forget, Harry told me to give you this, it was the first pick you played at your first concert of Up All Night." I smiled, pulling some dirt and placing the pick inside the earth right next to him.
"You should have seen the fans outside today, asking me where you were, of course I did not tell them. But I took a lot of their notes and flowers." I said getting into the basket pulling out a note. "Here I'll read them to you." I said sitting up into a reading position.
Most of them said how much they missed him, how much he meant to them, how much they missed him, and how nothing was ever going to be same. And they were right, nothing is going to be the same. A great amazing guy was taken off this planet. How is this planet still up? I place the flowers on either side of the gravestone and stepped back, it looked beautiful.
Some girls colored the flowers green, or the Irish flag. Some have gave me four leaf clovers. It's just what he would have loved. I know he would have. He was always proud of what the fans did. Another reason why I love him.
"I'm quite tired." I yawned and stretched my arms. "I got no sleep last night." I mumbled. "Maybe because you weren't there holding me."
I could feel the tears building up. "I miss the way you called me princess, I miss the way you kiss my nose and tell me that you love me." I could not control my tears anymore. "I miss the way you would eat so much and still eat. I would always give you my leftovers." I chuckled to myself remembering the memories. I giggled. "All of the workers at nandos knew what you would get every time because we came so often." I smile with tears still streaming. "I'm not saying that was a bad thing though." I winked.
"You never thought it was." I sighed then stood up. And stretched. "I guess I should be going, just thought I should drop by and give you the things from the fans." I said picking up my basket. I leaned down and kissed the words 'Niall James Horan' then I looked down where it said. 'Died jumping in front of a car saving his girlfriend'.
"See you tomorrow nialler." I smiled before I walked away. I will always miss my Irish snowflake.
