Back For You

A "Normal" life.

"Nina," In a couple steps he's wrapping his arms around me. I hadn't noticed I was crying until I felt the wetness on his shoulder. He's the one who makes me like this.

"What's wrong?" his voice is low, soft, soothing.

"You! everything about you is perfect and you don't understand how much you mean to me! every single minute of the day I think about how perfect and incredible you are and how happy you make me. I'll never be able to be what you want or what you need because you harry, deserve everything! you deserve love and happiness and hope and everything. You light my world up like nobody else! you give me strength to go through the day harry." I say sobbing. "but I'm not going to be the one to wake up to you in the morning! I'm not going to be the one to make you coffee or make your breakfast, I'm not gonna be the one to make everything better, your problems better, I'm not gonna be the one you go to when your hurt or just want to talk! someone else is going to be the one making you smile and making you feel happy and like nothing in the world matters! but that's how I feel. can't you see that I'm yours? in every fiber of my body I will always be yours Harold."

I kiss him. Not lightly but I really kiss him, all of me is going into this small kiss. He may think I'm crazy but it's the truth. For the past four years I've given all if them all of me because without them I wouldn't be here. They have no idea how much they mean to me.

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I know this may seem like one of those things where a girl talks about how much she loves her idols, but this isn't one of those. Well I mean I am going to say that I love them but it's more than love.

First of all I'm Nina, I'm your average fate obese teen girl who is "obsessed" with a band call One Direction. Yeah they have saved my life and yeah I'm only alive because of them. My life is nothing but ordinary because I'm not ordinary. I'm really stupid, ask anyone.

"Hey mom?"

"What!"

"I'm going to be locked in my room for the next seven hours ok?" today is the day of one directions 1DDay.

"Whatever" well that was easier than I thought.

My mom is the usual overly perfect ice mother who is mother of the year when it comes to other people. But in reality I hate her.

The next seven hours for me will be filled with idiocracy from five boys who stole my heart three years ago.

It's only hour two and I've already cried four times, screamed, almost passed out and completely questioned my sanity. Although I almost died considering that they seen one of my tweets, well either that or I just really have no luck. Hours three and Four were completely senseless but then again this whole thing was. Five, six, and seven had me crying throughout everything. I've never cried so much in my life. At least I had good dreams that night.

After watching the live stream I was on a mission to win tickets. Now I go on these often when, I will go to every single thing that's giving away like free tickets and enter. I've possibly entered at least 400 of them within the last three years and have not won once. But maybe one day I will get lucky and actually win one.

Even though I could have seen them front row and got meet and greet tickets when they first came to America but we didn't have a car and my mom wouldn't buy me the tickets. Kind of like with Justin Bieber, I've been begging for four years and nothing. Soon it's going to be like that with Ed Sheeran, Little Mix, and Five Seconds Of Summer.

"Mom?" I ask, walking out to the living room. Like usual she's watching some stupid action movie that I have, no interest in, what. so. ever.

"What?"