Scribbles (A Niall Horan fan fiction)

18) December 20, 21, & 22: I Spy

20 December, 2011

            Niall showed up this morning at the ass crack of dawn to say goodbye.  I know it should have been me that went to his house, seeing as how he’s the one leaving and all, but it was five in the morning and I wasn’t thinking properly. 

            “I’ll be back in a week,” he reminded me.  “It’ll go by really fast.”

            “Not fast enough,” I mumbled groggily.  I was surprised to find how much his leaving was getting to me.  My heart actually hurt and I couldn’t wait for him to get back, even though he was still standing in front of me.  It was the first time I noticed how I took Niall for granted.  He was this person that was always present in my life, dependable and familiar, but now he was abandoning me.

            I hugged him and closed my eyes.  I held the hug longer than usual because I was going to miss him, but also because I was succumbing to exhaustion. 

            “I’ll see you soon,” he promised and kissed me.  I tried not to be so shallow that I worried about my morning breath but…I’m only human.

            I watched sadly as he walked down my front walkway and got into the car idling on the street. I waved to his aunt and he held his hand to the glass of the car window.

            I just had to write that down before I pass out again.  How bloody sweet was that?

            I miss him already.

20 December, 2011, later

            I was awoken again by Chase running into my room yelling like a banshee.  Before I could crack open an eye, he jumped right on top of me.  I tried to find the anger or annoyance that I figured was inevitable but all I felt was excitement.  I pushed him off of me but only so I could hug him properly. 

            “You’re home!” I beamed.

            “I am!” he shouted, just as enthusiastically.  “Thank you for the cookies.”

            “Of course.  Took me all evening.”

            “Right, yeah,” he snorted.  “Get out of bed so we can bond and catch up.”

            He sprinted out of my room and I took his request to heart.  I put my hair in a ponytail to tame the beast known as bed head and then bounded down the stairs.  Dad and Chase were sitting in the living room and Chase was talking at ninety words per second.

            “No stories without me!” I cried.

            “Sit down!”

            I felt like a little kid as I listened to Chase’s stories with rapt attention.  I stared at him, wide eyed and gasping, as he paced around the room and told elaborate stories.  He assured us that he had not even tried any heavy drugs and that the worst thing he did was have some beers in France.  But even without crazy drug stories, Chase had the most interesting stories I had ever heard. 

            He has a fan club in the United States that totals at about five thousand people.  Five thousand people doesn’t seem like much, but considering he had only been professional for a few months and the fan club consisted of people that paid to be members in the club, I was fully impressed.  He’s already met loads of celebrities and even had lunch with some cast members of Glee.  When I asked him how he managed that, he just told me that Heather Morris has a thing for him.  I suspect he’s lying.