Missing You - A Niall Horan Facfiction

Chapter 1 - Leaving

Ashley's POV
Everything is starting to feel so real now as I stand here with a case in each hand. After all these years living in this little house in Ireland, I'm finally leaving. Yes me, Ashley Peters, I can't help feeling like it's all just one big dream and that I'm going to wake up tomorrow as 12 year old Ashley again. I pinch myself in the arm just to be sure. Ouch! Okay so it's not a dream. I really will be attending a filming college in London and if that's not great enough I'll also be living with my best friend Niall Horan. This day cannot get any better.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing when my letter of acceptance arrived. It's always been my dream to study at that college for as long as I can remember. Even as a kid I knew that was the college I wanted to attend, of course I never thought I would actually get in, so you can imagine how shocked I was when I read the letter. My first thought was that Niall had sent it to prank me so I called him to check. He promised me he hadn't and he was actually really excited for me. We had agreed before hand that if I was accepted I would stay with him because his house was near the college.

After telling my family, everything started to sink in. I'm not going to be living with my parents anymore. What would I do if my car broke down or if a light bulb goes out? I don't know how to change lightbulbs! Eventually they calmed me down and I'm actually feeling confident in myself now. I'm finally completely independent. My life is in my own hands and I'm not going to lie, it feels good.
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I hate this house. I hate this street. I hate mullingar. I hate Ireland. Why couldn't we have just stayed in Scotland? Why didn't dad just get a new job or leave me and mum at home? He said it would grow on me but it's been two weeks and I still HATE it. I have no friends, not one. Everyone at school ignores me as if I'm not even there, so I spend my days sitting on front of the TV or with my nose in a book. A knock on the door breaks my thoughts and since my parents are upstairs I better answer it. I open the door to see a short boy with blonde, spikey hair staring at me. I've seen him around school before, I think.

"Hi I'm Niall and you must be Ashley?" He says rather loudly. This boy is already annoying me and he's only said eight words.

"Well are you Ashley?" He asks. He really is starting to annoy me. Why is he at my house anyway.

"Yes I'm Ashley now what do you want?" I say quite harshly. He doesn't seem to mind and answers me kindly.

"My mum's friends with your mum and she says you don't have many friends yet. I don't have many friends either so we can both be friends with each other now. Right?" I notice his accent becoming much thicker the more he speaks. It's making me feel like laughing but it would be rude to laugh in his face so I hold it in.

"What makes you think I want friends?" I question him with a smile. He's not that bad I suppose.
"Everyone wants a friend" He says rolling his eyes as if it's obvious. I guess he's right.

"So do you wanna come and see my tree house? Built it myself" he stares at me with hopeful eyes. I can't say no to him he's too cute. Did I really just think that. Eww!

"Okay bu-" I begin to agree.

"Great follow me!" He grabs my arm and pulls me out of my house down the street. Maybe Ireland will be better with a friend.
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That was the first day I met Niall. That day we just sat in his tree house and got to know each other. I told him things I had never told anyone. I just felt I could tell him anything, I had never felt like that before. From that moment I knew we would become bestfriends we were too alike not to. I was pretty horrified for a while that I had thought he was cute. I hadn't ever thought anyone was cute before but Niall was never just anyone.

I shoved the last piece of clothing I owned into the suitcase and zipped it shut. Niall would probably tease me for bringing all my clothes, he thinks I over prepare for things, which is true but I worry I will mess something up. I usually do. I glance at the clock and see it's already 2:30pm I have to leave at 3:00 or I'll be late and I bet Niall I would be there by 11:00pm.