I read one of the many articles about Niall Horan and his new girl. I crumpled the paper and threw it into the waste bin. I was not his new girl and I never would be. The rumors annoyed me. I never wanted to be into that stupid group. I hated them. How could I fall into the trap of becoming close to him. I had created barriers for a reason and somehow he had snuck into my life and I had let him in.
I heard the door creak open and in tip toed Niall. "What the hell was that the other day?!" I shouted at him.
He looked down, ashamed. "I didn't mean to do any of this."
"What made you do this in the first place?! I don't even like you that way!" I shouted at him, anger bubbling up.
"I don't know! It felt right, Cind!" He shoved his hands into his pockets.
He really did feel bad. Something deep inside made me feel horrible for yelling. He didn't ask for all the attention. He didn't ask for everything to be documented. Maybe I did have feelings for Niall. Maybe not very strong feelings but maybe some. It did feel electrifying. It did feel like fireworks. "Niall..." I whispered.
"Yeah Cind?" He walked over.
I looked down. "I like you Niall... I never wanted to fall for someone but then you came along... When I was checked in I didn't want to get close to people because I knew that would mean that I would get close to people before I die..." I confessed, feeling the burden lift.
He put a soft, warm hand on my cheek. "I've liked you since the moment I saw you Cind," He smiled. "and I want to be here till the last minute, if you'll let me?"
I nodded, making my curls bounce. His grin grew as he lifted my chin so our eyes met. Niall was different, he was different because he made me feel close to someone. He broke down my walls and made me feel something I thought I had lost, joy.
Maybe I was turning into the teenager I promised myself I wouldn't be. The stupid teenage girl who fell head over heels for a boy. The one who had an idiotic love story. Niall had molded me into my true self. That stupid teenage girl, was me.
"Hey Cind?" He interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I looked back up at his sparkling pale blue eyes.
"How mad would you be if I kissed you?"
"You tell me." I crashed my lips into his, him eventually following suit.
Maybe we had gotten off on the wrong foot but I couldn't be happier to be with Niall Horan and perhaps he was right, maybe he was my miracle.
