What If: A Niall Horan Fanfic

What If Chapter 8

Ch. 8

I’m laying in my bed, my One Direction posters plastered around my room. It’s been 6 months since I last saw Niall, that one magical night in June. Now it’s December. And I miss him more than ever. I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m nervous. My mom, for my birthday in October, got me a wristband, to meet the boys again before they preform in Madison Square Garden on December 11. I’m excited, too. But, what if he doesn’t remember me? Love me anymore? Doesn’t want to talk to me? I can’t believe I left without his number. I can be so stupid sometimes. I also realized I didn’t have my pictures about a week later. Maybe he has them? If he does, he might not have forgotten about me.. I love him so much, but I keep thinking he most likely won’t remember or think twice about me. If he found a prettier, nicer, friendlier, and funnier girl than me. What if he was lying about loving me? No, I tell myself, Niall wouldn’t break a girl’s heart. He’s the closest thing to perfect on this whole planet, and knows how much it hurts. Look on the bright-side, I tell myself, maybe that little ray of hope in you is right. If he really loved me, like he said he did, he wouldn’t forget me. I could only hope...