Teenage Dirtbag (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

He'd written a song for me.

Josie's P.O.V. 

The cool breeze flew through my shirt, prickling my skin. I laughed as Niall told me a joke he had said in Math class. 

I tugged on my book bag as we walked towards my house. We turned a corner, taking a right turn and soon arriving at my house. 

I took my key from my pocket and invited Niall inside. He threw his bag on the ground by the door in the hall and jumped over the couch. He took a seat, gently smiling at me. 

"Where are we going?" He questioned me with a wink. 

"We could go to the mall?" I suggested.

He shrugged his shoulders in reply.

"I don't care what we do. I mean- I'll do anything you want to do." 

I slunk down next to him on the couch, placing my book bag down next to me. His eyes dashed over to mine. 

His eyes were the color of the sun on the ocean. They glistening as if the sun was cascading off the water on a beautiful summer's day. 

I felt as though I could loose myself in his eyes if I stared into them too long. 

They were mysterious, drawing you into them and making you question Niall and his emotions. His eyes were my favorite detail about him. 

He picked up my guitar in his hands, strumming melodies and rhythms. I grinned happily watching him do what he loved most.

His smile was as bright as the stars in the thick twilight sky. I couldn't help but grin at the way he lost himself in his own world. 

Niall had always spoken about trying out for the X-Factor, but he never took action. 

He had big dreams to be in a band singing in front of thousands of people. He often pretended he was on stage and preforming live. 

He'd sing along to his favorite song and show me a new dance he had been working on. I always got a kick out of the way he preformed. 

When he was a young boy we'd be sitting in class singing traditional Irish tunes when the teacher would yell at him to stop singing and to sit out in the hall. 

About five minutes after he had left I'd ask if I could use the restroom, but instead of using the restroom I sat next to him and tell him how angelic his voice was. 

On one of these occasions he told me he wanted to be a famous singer. I grinned at the way he described how he would be singing in front of thousands at Madison Square Garden, playing his guitar and hearing the crowd call his name.

I always believed he could do it. He was a remarkable singer, but he never tried to get noticed. 

He'd sing during lunch in the foyer, catching the eyes of girls and catching angry facial expressions from jealous boys. 

He'd say he'd written a song for me. We'd sit on the swings in the park as he softly sang the song. 

He was adorable. I had lost my train of thought whilst staring at him.

I forced my eyes away from Niall and towards the door. 

"C'mon, let's go." I coughed. 

I collected my keys from the rack by the door and beckoned Niall to follow me. 

Niall ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a deep huff. He placed his snap-back on the top of his head and walked outside. 

I felt my heart race as Niall gripped onto the door knob and on top of my hand. I felt my heart thump through my chest. 

We had known each other for over 10 years. He was always my best friend and we had always told each other everything. 

He held me when I was crying. He always made me smile no matter how I was feeling. He was my best friend in the good times and the bad times. 

He was the reason I hadn't forgotten what life was all about. He picked me up when I was falling to pieces. He was the light in my darkness. 

He was the boy who had stolen my heart. 

I am in love with Niall James Horan. I always have been.