Lost (Niall Horan Fanfic) EDITED

Chapter 1

When I first saw him I was 13. His hair blonde, wavy, and in his face. His eyes deep blue as the ocean. I had instantly fell in love with not just his looks but his poetic words. My friends never understood why i loved him so much, his music made me feel beautiful; but no not just feel beatiful. Believe that I was. I had always been made fun of for my big ears or not wearing makeup. His music could make all of those insecurities, all of those people, just float away from my thoughts; like i was free.

The band he was a part of changed my life forever. Constantly goofing around like the big idiots they are. Just watching the video diaries could clear my thoughts, and finally let me have a good laugh before returning to reality. The cruel reality that I hated. He was 19, and I was 15. Nothing could ever change that. I had been dreaming about him magically falling in love with me.

We would just meet by chance and then POOF in love. Just like in all of these fanfics. But of coarse I'm being reminded constantly that I will never meet him, and that he could NEVER in a million years fall in love with me. I'm reminded everyday that Im not pretty enough, or old enough. Just not good enough to be with Niall James Horan, Let alone meet him. But just loving these five boys have keeped sane. Keeped me alive.

Ever since I can remember Ive dreamed of meeting the boys, but I never thought this would be how.

"Who am I?" he questions me with a stern look on his face.

"Niall Horan," I say to him. Looking into his eyes making sure he believes me.

"Where are we," he asks again looking even more confused than before.

"In the middle of the ocean." I look into his lost eyes. They aren't the normal shade of beatiful ocean blue. No. Those eyes are replaced with stormy grey eyes. I can see the pain and confusion in them.

How could I possibly know more about him then he knows about himself. I mean I have speant countless hours on tumblr and twitter watching his every move as well as his bandmates. Just before this I have been fangirling day and night. Some might say I'm a stalker. I still can't believe it. But I have to keep reminding myself of what just happened. He wont be the same Niall he used to be. He wont be the cheeky upbeat irish boy that I loved. Why? Because we were in a plane crash. He has amnesia. We are in the middle of the ocean.

*FLASHBACK*

We were on a flight to london for our family vacation. I had always been a bit timid when it came to flying. I simply dredded it. Ever since 9/11. The whole flight had been going smoothly, when all of a suden we felt a strange bump. It never crossed my mine, I made sure not to let it get to me. I looked around at all of the other passangers. No one suspicious. Until I notice some strange boys in the back with sunglasses, and their hoods up. I bit strange. Why do you need sunglasses in a dimmed plane?

I feel a huge drop. The next thing  knew we were falling. I could hear panicked screams, and people gasping as we fell from countless feet in the air. I grab the airbag as I begin to hypervenalate. "In out in out"  I think to myself. I look to my right and see my mother and my younger sister Katie. My mother clutches to my sister as she cries. Tears streaming down her face. No. full on sobbing. I reach over and hold each of their hands. The only thing I can think of is that this is it. Im dying on a plane. My worst fear. What about dad? What would he do without us? 

I look at my mom with fear in my eyes as well as hers. She lets out a small nod almost telling me it will be okay. Its funny though because I know its not going to be okay. I know we wont make it out of this alive. I hear a scream escape my lips as we plummit even farther. I take one last look at my mom and then, 

I black out.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I'm floating on debris from a plane crash with Niall Horan. Our plane crash. Well at least someone who looks like Niall Horan. Its just his body but not his brain. He has no idea who he is and how he got here. When I look at him He just looks scared, confused, and lost. He doesnt have that sparkle or hope he usually does in his eyes. I find my self zoning out and staring, he notices.

"What?" He spits out.

"Nothing," I say, "I'm sorry."

"You keep staring at me, it obviously isnt nothing." He retorts back a bit more harshly.

"Do you remember anything that just happened?!"  I yell.

"No" He says in a bit more softer tone. "I don't remember anything that happened, or who I am, Or anything!"

"Your names Niall James Horan and your from Mullingar Westmeath Ireland. We were just on a flight to london and our plane crashed."

"oh," he says while looking down, playing with his nails. "Do I know you?"

"No," I say a bit embarressed.

"Then how do you know so much about me?" He asks.

"Your in a world famous band called One Direction and I would think that you would remember your most favorite people in the world." I respond.

"I don't remember," he says.