Read Me? ➳ Niall Horan

Read Me?

Nicole Louise, well that's me. Hi! I'm Nicole, nice to meet you, or read you, I don't know, I guess I'm here to tell you about a small introduction about my life, well I would've made a full introduction but that would've been pretty boring.

I'm a 20 years old alien, or human that doesn't really matter, I live in the UK and my parents live in the LA, aye that rhymes, so my parents live so far away, DJ Louise, No, DJ Nicole.

I happen to share an apartment with my bestfriend Jade, she's been my friend for 15 years now, and I have a loving boyfriend called Josh -Or that's what I thought the last time I had a memory.

The last time I suffered from depression or had a breakdown or nearly had suicidal thoughts or whatever you'd call it was one year ago, so I guess my life is so far so good -Or that's what I thought, the last time I had a memory.

I don't know what should I add up, um, I'm a person who likes food but is so skinny, I'm not a funny person, I'm a fun person and I'm not down to earth but my mum think I'm pretty! Well so does Jade.. Niall also used to think so..

That's all about me! And now we shall move on to the part when I mention why I am here, and what's my story plot, or at least a hint about it.

I don't know where to start, it would be really hard to talk about something I wished to just forget about and never go back to thinking of, it is related to somebody I called the love of my life, for more than 6 years of my life, and my boyfriend for exactly 400 days.

And well what I wished for had happened, I forgot what he did to hurt me, but I also forgot about everything else along with it, I forgot my name, my family, my friends, my boyfriend, him, our first kiss, the first time we talked and I also forgot what he did causing me the biggest pain in my life.

Who is him? Him, Niall Horan, the lad that played my heart and accidently shattered it heart into millions of pieces, because playing with it, making a fool of me, and taking me as his own fucking bet, was not enough.

A year later, I wake up in a hospital with no memory, finding the same previously mentioned person sitting on a chair that's facing me with tears filling his eyes, and a doctor wondering to himself whether he should tell him that I lost my memory or not, yeah, I wake up reading minds, but not his.