~Dreams.~ (A Niall Horan Love Story.)

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*Mack's POV.*

Today was the day. The day I finally left to go to college, in Ireland! Man. I'm so excited, I even forgot the name of the school! I'm ready for this.

I mean, I've been saving up for a long time.

And, I mean LONG time.

Ever since I found out that Niall Horan lived in Ireland.

Although, I'm over him. I'm still excited that I got a FULL scholarship to a university in a different country!

When I found out, I told my dad, and he was excited, because he thought that I had finally gotten to do what I've talked about since I was little.

He's a good dad, and I'm gonna miss him incredibly. But, He's the reason I decided to live out my dream.

To try and get a scholarship & a job, and to accomplish everything I've wanted.

And I thank him & everyone who helped me with that.

Just a couple more days & my best friend will be up there with me.

But, right now I have to stick to packing.

Underwear? No.

Clothes? Nope.

Sleepwear? Zeroooo...

Shoes? Nooo..

Woah. I better get packing! I look down & realize it's completely empty, as the space around me.

I check the time.

10:30 am.

Okay. Phew. 3 hours.

I open my underwear drawer and laugh at all my things.

So much.

I'm gonna need more than one suitcase.

So, I go to my closest and pick out my pink & white one & throw it on the bed.

Let's start.

I grab some of my lace. My first color, was pink. Then, blue. Then, white. Then, black.

Okay. Now, regular underwear. Don't have much of that.

Pink & white. Pink & black. Yellow hearts..

Thongs.

Blue. Pink. White. Green. Black.

Then, I just dump everything in. I just had to. It's hard to pick out from my large amount.

Bras.

Oh, I'm not going through those.

Throw em all in.

One suitcase done..

Already..

Clothes!

Oh. I'm not sorting through these either. I'm just throwing random stuff in.

Ireland is cold right?

Eh. I'll make sure to put warm clothes.

Phew. A jacket. Jeans. Long shirts. Sweatshirt. Shorts & tights.

Too much work.

Another suitcase done.

I'm gonna need 2 more.

One for shoes & one for stuff to decorate my dorm.

I put high heels, many of them, tennis shoes, socks, flats.

Okay. Now decorations.

Pictures.

Bed sheets.

Frames.

I just throw everything I can fit in and close them.

I look down and it's 11:59 am now.

Better get going.

I take 2 suitcases down, while dad takes the other 2.

We throw em in my car and he jumps in.

I drive.

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