Paper Hearts ||Niall Horan||

Summertime Sadness (1)

I’m Denise a typical teenager; I’m 19 soon to be 20 yikes! I have green eyes, redhead which I dye from time to time frequently with streaks, my nose is pointy in a good way uhmmm… I guess? My lips are petite, I have freckles on my face, my body is not too skinny, my heights is 5”7, not too confident on myself due to models with stunning faces and perfect bodies, bones are sexy, I can’t blame society.

Believe me or not, I’m Niall’s summer love sadly it has an endpoint. It’s lovely for him to compose a song which is obviously about ‘us’ though it’s not enough, it was never enough. You may strike me with the word “contentment” because he’s a famous singer/songwriter/guitarist, but…. I don’t know, none of this is complicated I’m the one who’s making it uneasy. I just can’t unlove him. I need to and I want to but I just can’t. Everybody loves Niall so so so much, he’s hot, talented and immensely handsome, he hooked up with the beautiful Barbara ugh…  maybe? I’m trying not to know his status which is truly my temptation that I give in too easily. I loved him with his not so hot and old features which I or we consider charming, I’m certain you get what I mean.

“Denise!!!”

“What is it mom!?” Ugh, I’m having some cool alone time.

“Kourtney is here!” Oh.. yay!

“Coming!!!” I rushed downstairs because I missed my unbiological sister so much, it’s SUMMER.

“Denise!” She squealed hugging me.

“Hey!”I screeched hugging her back so tightly.

“I missed you redhead.” She winked.

“Ewwww, don’t call me that!” I was never proud of my hair being all red, even my eyebrows, everything is red haha that sounded odd, I remind people of the girl from the Brave Movie though I don’t have those massive curls, mine’s has that beachy waves.

“Why did you dye your hair again!?”

“It’s nice.” I frowned looking at my hair.

“Crazy girl, anyways you’ll be singing on Neil’s birthday.” What the!? NOOOOO!! Neil is Kourtney’s cousin he’s a friend of mine that had feelings for me back in the old days.

“Damn no, pick somebody else.” I demanded.

“You’re already listed.” She smiled, butterflies started to disturb my tummy.

“And besides it’s time to show off that pretty voice of yours.” She continued, I just hate it when I start being all nervous, it’s as if I’m gonna puke.

“Go for it! I’ll pay for what you’ll wear.” My mom added, she loves popping out of nowhere afterwards leaving suddenly.

“Any song will do, just as long as you’re gonna perform well.”

“Cool.”

“Wanna come with me? I’ll be buying stuff for Neil’s birthday.”

“Yah sure. Mom! me and Kourtney are gonna go somewhere, I love you!!.”

“Okay! keep safe, I love you too!”

“Do I need to change my clothes? I look crappy.”

“Nah that’s fine, we’re just gonna go to a mini store not a mall.”

“Wait.. I’ll get my sweater in my room.”

“Be quick.” I grabbed my plain gray sweater, I’m fond of sweaters you can’t deny the comfort, after which I proceeded downstairs.

“What’s with you and sweaters?”

“What’s with you and tank tops?”

“True.” Kourtney laughed.