instagram • niall horan

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I sigh, sitting down on my sofa and pull my phone out of my jean pocket. I open Twitter and tweet for the first time in a while.

brinleyxcooper: going on a following spree x

I immediately get comments asking me to follow them, I click on a few and follow them.

niallhoran: follow me pls x

I laugh at Nialls reply and tweet him back.

brinleyxcooper: sorry who are you again?

harrystyles: ooooooo shit

niallhoran: ouch that one hurt

I go off the app and press the 'call' button next to Nialls name. It rings for a few seconds before his Irish voice flows through the speaker.

"Oh so you do know who I am?"

I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from laughing. "Not at all, I just found this name under "Irish knob" and wondered who it was."

He laughs."Irish knob huh?" I hum a yes and he laughs again. "That's not very original is it farmer girl?"

I scoff. "Farmer girl, ouch, you do know we're not farmers right?"

"Hey, I'm just playing along farmer girl, if you can't take it, don't give it."

I giggle as I lean my head back, looking at the ceiling. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few seconds until I decide to break it.

"I love you."

I can hear his smile down the phone. "I love you too."

I grin. I really did miss him. He was currently in Ireland visiting his family, and I was in Bristol. It was located in the South West of England. The only good thing about it was the football team here.

"I've gotta go, I'll call you tonight?"

"Okay."

We hang up and I sit there looking up at the ceiling. I loved him.