Scribbles (A Niall Horan fan fiction)

38) Sep. 15 - Oct. 9: Butterball

15 September, 2012

            I’ve decided to go back to the English date system.  It really does make more sense.

            Emily and I are kind of best friends now.  She’s awesome.

15 September, 2012, two minutes later

            HEY! I just realized I’ve had this diary for over a year now! Can we all just take a moment to reminisce on the shit show that is my life?  Hold on, let me see what I was doing on this day one year ago.  

            I didn’t even have an entry.  That was anticlimactic. 

            Although, it did remind me that I have yet to write about Niall’s birthday.

            Seeing as how we’re on the opposite side of the globe and all, we had to content ourselves with Skype.  I asked him weeks ago where I should send his present, but he’s moving around too much at the moment.  So instead I showed him his still wrapped present and told him he could have it when we saw each other.

            I hope he doesn’t dwell on it much and get really excited.  It’s really not anything exciting.  In fact, it’s kind of a gag gift.  I got him an Easy Bake Oven.  He always complains about being hungry but never having any baked goods.  He has delicious food from catering but never any cakes or cookies or anything.  I figured it was really witty but also useful.

            He had a good birthday, though.  He couldn’t talk long but it was nice hearing from him.

30 September, 2012

            I have never been so confused in my entire life.  So much has happened and I have experienced every emotion possible in the last couple of days.

            I don’t even know where to start. 

            All I can say for certain are the following things:

·         Niall and I broke up

·         I haven’t been able to leave my dorm room for days because paparazzi are permanently stationed outside of the building

3 October, 2012

            Emily doesn’t know what to do with me.  One minute I’m chatting jovially with her without a care in the world and the next I’m crying in her arms.  I don’t know how she’s putting up with me but thank god she is.

8 October, 2012

            I just realized I haven’t explained anything yet.  I keep replaying everything over and over in my head and I guess I just assumed I had written it down at some point.

            Obviously not.

            …

            I don’t even think I have the energy to write it all down. 

            I don’t even know how I’m feeling so how am I supposed to articulate my thoughts in here? 

            And can the paparazzi please leave me alone already?! I’m getting sick and tired of having to look amazing at every moment.

9 October, 2012

Oh…my god.

My stupid, bloody Freshman English professor has brought us outside today for some creative writing.  Every other person in class whooped and hollered.  I mean, since the beginning of time kids have been trying to convince their teachers to have class outside.  I used to be one of those kids.