I was just a normal teenage girl
13
British
Obsessed with that one boyband One Direction.
Everything was the same for me as it is for everyone else.
But I never knew I was different,
It was September the 12th 2013
Only one day left until Niall's 20th birthday,
I went to the shop with £5.62 and I came out with nothing but a 2p, a pack of red balloons and a marker pen. I came home and blew up the balloon with my helium canister, tied a knot and I wrote on it:
HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY NIALL HORAN I LOVE YOU
I printed a picture, one of my favourites of Niall, the one from Greg's wedding in his suit. Stuck it on the balloon and I put the balloon in a box in my bedroom so it didn't fly away just yet. 8.04a.m. Couldn't be late setting it off so I made sure I set my alarm early. Checked my twitter to see if there were any tweets by the boys.
@Harry_Styles: Just listening to the @foyvance album for the first time. Wow.
@Harry_Styles: Feel like I haven't seen a film without a montage in for years. Love a montage.
@Harry_Styles: @foyvance always need a bad member.. How are you man??
@Harry_Styles: @eltonjohndotcom is a living legend. http://t.co/Gvyp7FHxtg
@Harry_Styles: I've been awake for 8 days getting the fan cut of THIS IS US ready.. Hope you like it. 8 days.
Nothing from anyone else. Not Liam, not Louis, not Zayn. Not even Niall. I'd like to say I was starting to get worried, I wasn't worried, I was just. Anxious. I didn't know what to expect. Was I going to get a follow spree? Maybe I'd be lucky. Haha, no chance. He hadn't tweeted anything on the day before his birthday. Not even anything soppy like "I'll miss my teenage years, they were a blast." Not even that. Half past 11 at night, I better get to bed now. Quickly checked the box with the balloon. Had the writing smudged? Had the picture fallen off? Had the balloon gone? No, everything was fine. I had to double check though. This was important to me. He's never in a million years going to get the balloon, but there is a chance, just a chance that it could end up with someone he knows, a family member. Anything. So, just in case, I wrote my twitter account on the back of the balloon. I don't know why. All I'd get now was a stranger following me on twitter. But I left it there, just in case. I turned off the light, said goodnight to my poster, and went to bed.
BRING BRING BRING
7.00a.m.
It's Niall's birthday. It was actually Niall's birthday, I'd done this two times before, letting off a balloon. It had either popped or got stuck in a tree. This time I was feeling lucky. That wasn't going to happen today. I could feel it in my bones. I got dressed for school. Friday the 13th. Ugh. All over Facebook and BBM and Instagram, everything, there was 'Oh, Friday 13th, something bad's going to happen to me". Not to me. I felt lucky. Because even though I'd never been recognised for anything in my life, today was the day. I just knew it.
I rushed downstairs, quickly ate my cereal and ran outside. Wait I forgot! Ran back indoors, RACED up the stairs and opened my wardrobe doors. There it was, the box, the little cardboard box with my heart locked up inside it. I untaped the lid, opened it up, and took out the balloon. Checked my watch, 7.58 iPad, 7.58 phone, 7.58. Okay, they were all correct. So I'd go by my watch when I was outside for the balloon. I walked slowly down the stairs this time, calmly. This was too important to me, I couldn't mess it up. I didn't want this to go wrong for myself. I unlocked the front door, walked outside and stood at the top of
