Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Hey, Ava,” Mia said softly, approaching me cautiously.
“What up, Mia?” I asked, setting the journal I was reading down.
“Please don’t tell mom about me sneaking out last night.”
I laughed at my beautiful sisters expression. At 17, Mia was just how I imagined she would be, tall, blonde, tanned and head-strong.
“Mia, been there, done that, no big deal.”
She then visibly relaxed and grinned at me.
“So, whose the guy?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
She blushed before laughing.
“His name is Jake, I met his on the boardwalk yesterday.”
My heart skipped a beat and without warning a thousand memories came flooding back. Mainly, when I was Mia’s age and I met a boy named Niall. I flipped right to the page of my journal to a letter I had copied in from when I was a lovestruck teenage. ‘What did I know about love back then?’ I thought to myself, laughing quietly.
‘Dear Niall,
Summer is over and it is time to go home now, I have college and you have the worldtour. It breaks my heart as I write this but believe getting 2 extra weeks with you, here at the beach house, helped me accept that summer is over.
I sat long and hard last night on the porch and thought about everything we have done this summer and how far we have come, you, Niall Horan, are the first boy I have ever loved, and part of me knows that somewhere deep down, I will always love you, even though I know that there will be other guys.
You taught me to live in the moment and to love people for who they are, not who everyone says they are and oneday I hope I can love someone as much as I love you right now.
Don’t be sad when you think of me, rather remember all the beautiful memories that only us two have shared; ice-cream fights, singing and dancing in the rain, night swimming in nothing but out underwear, bonfires, wishing stars and living in the moment.
I know I will think of you every time I hear Bryan Adams (or any song we sang), when I see a shooting star, when I eat chocolate ice-cream and most importantly, when I journey back, to those very spots were we made those memories, in the future.
Remember always how much I love you and maybe oneday we will meet again, because I still have so much to say, however my Dad is getting impatient in the car, so until then, beautiful Niall, goodbye.
Forever and Always,
Ava xoxo’
“So, you can meet him at the mid-summer party next week.” Mia said, still talking.
I looked up at her, smiling as my memories fade and I found myself slightly envying her as I thought back on my summer with my beautiful Niall.
“Well, Mia-Moo, I can’t wait to meet him.”
“We’re sneaking out again tonight.” She whispered, looking over her shoulder to ensure my parents were not nearby.
I laughed before shaking my head in amusement at her.
“What are you reading?” she asked, glancing over my shoulder.
“Oh, I found this under my bed in my room. I guess I forgot about. I hid it there when I was your age.” I smiled.
“Oh, so it’s all about Niall?” she said winking.
“You remember that! Wow, you have a good memory.”
“Of course I remember- best summer ever!”
My Moms voice broke through our conversation and I looked up at her. She still didn’t look a day over 30, even though she would be 40 soon. Her blonde hair was tied back and she was wearing a sun dress that showed off her perfect tan.
“Dinner!” she shouted.
I set the journal down and smiled at her fondly, I loved family holidays even though I was now an adult.
“Ava…” Mia said, as my mom disappeared back inside. “Are we still sneaking out to catch fireflies tonight?”
“Of course! Do we ever miss this night? Wake me up when we get home and we’ll go, okay?”
She smiled and nodded before turning and walking inside for supper.
“Niall, dinner is ready!” I called from the porch, looking into the darkness.
I smiled as I watched my husband scoop our 3 year old daughter, Tatum, up into his arms then throwing her over his shoulder as he ran from where they were lying on a blanket watching the stars and up the stairs to me.
He kissed me sweetly as he handed me Tatum. Her blonde hair was still wet from the bath and she was in a Barbie Night dress. Her skin was red from the day Niall and I had spent with her in the sun.
“What’s this you’re reading?” Niall asked, turning the journal around to face him.
I smiled and in my neat, cursive, teenage girl handwriting on the hard cover, I read to myself…
‘That was the summer I met Niall...<3”
YOU ARE READING
That was the summer I met Niall
Fiksi Penggemar"Bonfires, blue eyes, wishing stars, these Niall, are just a few things that remind me of you." Ava Ambrose had been coming to the beach house every summer since she could remember, that was where her parents met and fell inlove. The summer that was...
