Like Crazy (Niall Horan)

‘I love you.’ He said staring at me. I blinked furiously trying to wake me up from this dream. ‘what?’ I said staring at him. He chuckled looking down, then looking back up into my hazel eyes as I stared into his blue eyes. ‘I love you.’  He said. Again. Niall just said he loved me. He loves me. He is in love with me. Oh my god. I am about to roll around on the ground and scream and jump around and laugh and just absolutely bring out my inner fangirl once again. Niall Horan ever saying he loved me has always been a dream, a fantasy I have dreamed about since I was 14, but now as I look back into his eyes and readjust my arms around his neck. I can’t believe I am about to say the three words I never thought he would ever really hear. ‘Niall, I love you too.” His eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas. As he reminded me of the 19 year old I fell in love with 6 years ago. He smiled ear to ear before leaning in and pushing our lips together. I never thought that Niall and I’s “I love you”’s would be exchanged at my family reunion in a crowed hallway with drunken family members scurrying around for the countdown to new years, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Rewind to when I was 14 years old.

"I'm sorry Niall didn't notice you Rosie." Said Dakota one of my close friends at lunch. It was our second week of highschool. I went to the One Direction concert on July 6th. Niall didn't notice me. He didn't even look in my direction. I was upset at first, but I couldn't help but feel as if I would see him again. This time meet him in person; I just have to wait for fate or destiny or whatever to step in. Let's just live my life for now. 

***************************************************************************************************************Fast forward to 6 years later.

It wasn’t just some random thing that popped up one day.

Okay.. Maybe it sort of was. Despite that, it was the most amazing thing that popped up one day.

The day I met Niall.

Niall Horan to be exact. The boybander from One Direction.

I loved Niall for 6 years before I actually met him. I was probably his biggest fan.

Cliché as it seems there’s this whole thing I now know about called true love. Something I didn’t really understand at fourteen, but at twenty. Yes I understand true love. I asked God to meet him almost every night. Some people called it obsession, others “dedication” as ‘Directioners’ would call it. I called it Love.

I didn’t really call it Love for a long time. Until, one day my friend pointed it out.

So yeah, for 6 years I "loved" someone I never even met. Pathetic I know, but I really don’t care.

I sit here in my college dorm for my first year of college. Summer 2019. I am so excited for my first year at Manchester University! I can’t believe I am FINALLY here! I have waited my whole life to get out of that hell Similar Groves. Gladly, I made it out alive, and was accepted into the college of my DREAMS! My mother was really sad that I was leaving, but at the same time; was proud. I worked my arse off for the past four years in high school to get a 3.8 GPA and to get an amazing job with an amazing manager who understood me so well, giving me a little raise every so often to get here. I paid for the plane ticket, my flat, textbooks, I made my money well.

That is honestly besides the point.

BACK TO NIALL…

I had received an amazing internship in London for this radio station…