reasons (n.s.)

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Songs I listened to whilst writing:

Sweatpants - Childish Gambino

Work - Iggy Azalea

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Third Person POV

NIALL CAN'T SLEEP.

He's been so homesick lately and has done everything he can to contact everybody at home. Skype, Facebook, Twitter, text, call, and email. He just misses everyone too much to the point that it's really hurting him. 

He couldn't really go home because it was far too late, the next tour was starting in a couple of days which means tons of press junkets, rehearsals, and getting ready in general.

As Niall looks out his apartment window at half two in the morning, he sees the stars shining brightly in the night sky and notices that there is one that is particularly shining very bright and standing out and he just gawks at it and stares into space for a while, just thinking of anything and everything.

Next thing he knows, he sees nothing but black and he's fast asleep, wrapped in his blanket, hugging a pillow as the room gets filled up with soft snores.

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The next day, Niall is awake at a ridiculous time, twelve to nine. Which is strange, because he normally gets up at around eleven because he is on break and has loads of time to rest. 

Deciding to go to the shops later today, he got up off his bed and headed to the kitchen to cook himself some pancakes for breakfast- that is if he still had any pancake mix.

Fortunately, he did.

After eating a plate full of fluffy pancakes and drinking two whole glasses of orange juice and decides he's full, he opened Twitter and scrolled through his mentions for a while. Bored, he locked his phone and headed to his bathroom and took a nice long and relaxing shower and lathered himself up in soap and shampoo and rinsed thoroughly. He got out and dried himself and went to his closet to pick out his clothes for the day.

Since Niall was surprisingly very stylish and great with clothes, he took quite a long time picking out his outfit for the day that not to mention- is a normal day and he doesn't have to worry about what he looks like. But in the end, he finally settles on a simple, casual outfit.

Once he's done dressing up and does a once-over and is okay with what he's wearing, he heads over to the bathroom to blowdry his hair and style it a bit but not too much because it is just a normal day. 

He sprays his favorite cologne and puts both his socks and shoes on and grabs his wallet and phone off his desk and walks out the door and heads to the parking lot to his car to go to the shops.

Once he's in the car, he buckles himself up and remembers that one time he struggled to get the seatbelt to buckle up and subconsciously calls it a 'fucker' and just laughs at the thought of him getting furious at an inanimate object. 

He drives to the shops as his thoughts were surrounded by his friends and family in Ireland, terribly missing them and doesn't notice that he already has worry lines in his forehead and his brows furrowed until he sees his very worried expression mirrored on the windshield and immediately relaxes his face and tries not to think of everyone at home and continues driving to the shops, eager to get his mind off everything.

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Sorry it was super duper short. :( At least you know what's been going on in Niall's mind lately that's made him so grumpy and everything?

Do you think I should continue writing in third person? I really like it! Anyway, I'll update again soon. Thank you for the continuous support and feedback you've been giving me! 

-C .x