I Really Love You

Another day waiting for you to come home... how long has it been? Weeks? Days? No, months. It's been months since I've last seen your face. Skype and facetime don't count, it's not really you in person... just a stupid laggy, five second delayed video.

Jumping on our shared bed, I rub my fingers over the satin sheets. Unable to hold back the long suppressed sigh, as it leaves my lips. My mind has been wondering these days, and the stress from work and school hasn't helped.

The smell of him has become more and more faint, and I often find myself snuggling into one of his shirts. Even though they end up reaching my knees, I can't help but feel a little bit closer to him in them.

I find myself wonder how I've become so lucky- to literally date a famous person. Not just any famous person, but Niall Horan... I know came to a shock to me to. Accidentally bumping into him and spilling coffee all over his white blouse, fans of his started harassing me right there. To be honest, I almost started crying- the embarrassment was to much, but then he stuck up for me.

In his thick Irish accent he calmly told his fans to 'Not worry it's just a bit of coffee, please don't be rude to her. You are my fans, our fans, this is not what we want.' The softness of his voice quieted most of the fans down, but I could still feel the obvious daggers coming my way.

After that he noticed the small coffee stains on my dress and quickly rushed me to the nearest restaurant. Asking for some napkins and water, we tried to bleed out the stain but it was to no avail. I'm not sure how, but along the way, he slipped his number in my hand. Putting a finger to his lip in a 'hush' motion- he smiled and left. Leaving me with a boggled mind and tinted cheeks.

The events after that are almost to good to be true, thinking he was pranking me I didn't call the number until two weeks later. When my friends Victoria and Tiana finally convinced me to; and I quote 'stop being a baby and call the number!' So I got up the courage and with shaky fingers, dialed it. We ended up talking for more than six hours, about what you may ask? Even I don't know; it was like- like we were old friend, who had so much to catch up on.

It's been four years since that day and I still can't believe I'm with him... it's like a princess fairy tail. Any day it's going to all come crashing down to reality.

Realizing my depressing mood, I sigh again, rolling around on the bed. He texted me this morning with a, 'have a nice day babe,' but I haven't replied. These days texting him hasn't been enough, and I know how selfish that sounds. He's out there working and yet he takes the time to message me.

I know it's selfish- but... I can't help it. Millions of girls are grabbing at him, screaming his name, calling out to him. Many beautiful girls, taking pictures with him... and yet, here I am at home. It's not that I don't trust him, but that small doubt seems to creep on me when I least expect it.

"Though I try to get you outta my head, the truth is I got lost..." My phone rings it's familiar tone and I grab it from the nightstand next to me. I read the caller- 'Nialler<3', giggling softly that the stupid nickname.

I have a little time left before the call ends, and I make up my mind "Hello?"

"Emma? Babe I was so worried! You haven't replied since this morning." His tone isn't annoyed or accusing, only filled with worry. My heart panged with guilt, but I can't help the little smile on my lips.

"I'm sorry... I've just- nvm." Don't want to ruin the mood. I shake my head even though he can't see it.

"What is it? Tell me, please." His breathing seems slightly labored; and I sigh.

"I... miss you." My cheeks heat up and I can feel the embarrassment creepnig up on me.

"Aw, baby I miss you to." There's a loud noise outside the window, and my head snaps to the direction. "Emma?"

"Ah... sorry- thought I heard something."

"Is everything fine?" He asks, concern evident in his voice.

"Probably just an animal, or the neighbor taking out the trash. You know how Larry always takes out the trash so late." We both laugh, and the conversation changes to lighter things. Without realizing it I find myself dozing off, as he goes on about the night. It's not that it's boring, but the soothing sound of his deep Irish (yes I must point it out each time because it's so cute) voice puts me to sleep.

I jump up when a loud three knocks are heard on the front door. My head is a little hazy and I sit up on the bed. The bedroom door is open so I have a clear shot down the hallway, to the front door. Glad that I keep the lights on when he isn't home, so that I can see what's going on.

"What was that." His voice comes through, and I realize he's stopped telling the story.

"Someone knocked on the door." I get up slowly from the bed, carefully exiting the room.

"Go look to see who it is, but don't open it. Just look through the peephole, might be someone important."

"Yea at let me see, one o'clock?" He laughs on the other end and urges me to check the door. Slightly confused as to why he's so pushy about it, I start walking towards the door.

A little nervous, I stand on my tiptoes closing one eye to look through the peephole. My eyes widen and I soon scream, quickly unlocking the door.

As if in slow motion, the door opens revealing a sweaty Niall. His hair is against his forehead and he smiles down at me, blue eyes sparkling. I can feel the tears in my eyes- rushing outside I jump onto him. He holds me by the bottom and back, and I grab each side of his face, holding him in a kiss.

"I love you." He whispers in my ear, walking into the house with me still in his arms. The only thing I can reply with is a broken cry, rubbing my face into his neck. "Emma, I love you."

Shaking my head, I hold onto him tighter, breathing in his scent. I've missed this so much, his touch, voice, smell, everything. He's seated down on the couch, me still in his lap, and he's whispering loving things into my ear.

"Even with all my fans combined, all my mates combined, and my music, I love you the most." Upon hearing those words, tears stream down harder and I hold onto him like my life depends on it. We stayed this way for hours, and even though I didn't say anything, he knows. I love him the most to.