Never Let Me Go

LOVER

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Timothy, you don't need to know my last name. I am writing this journal for one reason and only one, my love. He is beautiful with those blond locks that he gels up into a quiff as they call it these days. It is my favourite look on him. Or sometimes he puts his hair down, looking cute and vulnerable... so vulnerable.

I've went to some of his many concerts, he has a voice of an angel I have to admit, making me want to hear the screams coming out of that beautiful mouth, ruining those much needed vocal cords. Gosh, I'm shivering with excitement.

Not to brag, but I have also watched him sleep once too, not for long because of the stupid security... they didn't catch me. They never will. I run into the bushes or behind the bus away from the securities sight, but I had to take a picture of my lover first, my angel. He looked so small, and helpless... so helpless, I have to blink a couple times to remember that this is real... my lover is a human being that is mine, will be mine. Forever.

Besides sleeping and concerts, I know everything about my lover, his crystal blue eye's, that perfect smile, the carefreeness, where he lives, his family members names, his daily schedule, his band mates, his hurt knee... oh how I have magical dreams of what I could do with him with that hurt knee....

Let me get myself back on track though before I start writing off the page. I am happy to say I am meeting my lover tomorrow, he is going to Ireland for his birthday, a month off is the perfect time to take my lover away from everyone who took him from me. He will be so happy to see me, I will set up a picnic for us, have a great and memorable date. Oh, I just can't wait anymore! Every picture of him on my bedroom walls isn't enough until I finally get to hold him, love him, make love to him, and break him. My lover is Niall James Horan.

Soon to be united with my love,

Timothy _______,

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Niall |

I wake up to the hot sun rays peeking through my curtains making my eye's squint in displeasure at the dryness in my eye's. This weak its going to be nothing but sitting on the couch watching football on the telly, no one bothering me, no fans, no family, no friends, just me myself and I. I haven't had that in a while and I can't wait for it to begin, starting at 4 o'clock when the first period of my football game I'm watching will be. I smile and grab my cell phone turning it on and looking through my texts, one from Louis telling me to watch the football game, one from Josh telling me he'll be a little late for our first meeting with management. That's all... thank the lord. I check the time also, 3 o'clock... holly crap I slept long! I get out of bed, have something to eat for Lunch. Then settle myself in front of the t.v, desperately waiting for the clock to struck 4.

It does.

I quickly turn to the channel and start watching the game, a couple times I yell at the t.v for no reason... I'm pretty sure Louis is doing the same thing. This is going to be a great week I can already tell.

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I love the look on his face when he smiles and looks at the t.v, or when he gets angry he yells at it, so cute, and beautiful. I also watched him sleep for the second time I've seen my love. I had to take a picture of his beautiful body, his skinny figure will fit perfectly into mine... He will rest on my chest, sleeping peacefully as I take away the memories of those band mates, family, friends and fans. The dates we will have together will be magical and memorable.. the only thing in his mind will be me. Besides, he should be happy, flustered that his love has been thinking about him every night and day, watching him every minute, writing about him and putting pictures of him on walls around their room. He will be happy. I can't wait to right this is my journal... I will see you soon my lover... soon, you will fall asleep in my arms as I take you away from all those horrible people that think their better than me, take you from that famous life and into my life, of sadness and depression. I whisk away from the window and out of his backyard, holding my camera of filled with his beautiful body and face. Soon it will be of me and him, his naked body, only for my eye's only. Walking away from his house I can't help but smile, this is finally coming into play.

Have a good sleep my lover.