Her Name Was Marty (Niall Horan)

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“Niall.” I speak again. I want to ask him to kiss me, to make me feel like I can feel something. I feel broken and I want someone to fix me.

But he’s as broken as me, can two broken souls fix each other?

“Thanks for hearing my messed up thoughts.” I say instead. I can't pretend to be something I'm not, just as he said his girlfriend was. I can't pretend to believe that one kiss from him would lead to an unstoppable love for him. Because even Niall Horan can't save me from my one, burning flaw, my incapability to love someone. 

“Same here.” He replies. “C’mon, let’s get a  anotherbeer.”

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After a small heart-to-heart with Niall, which probably meant more to me than to him, our holiday the next day seemed even more incredible. Niall had planned for a day trip out as he took me to the beach. We caught a bus to get to the beach, and I spent the entire time on the public transport mocking him for his use of it. Then once we got off the bus, like a gentleman, he carried my towel and rented us some seats and an umbrella to protect both of our pale skinned bodies from the sun. He rubbed sun cream into my shoulders, and just as I began to relax from the massage, he tipped some ice cold water down my back, which led to chasing him into the sea, the cool water washing over me, as if it had washed away all my bad thoughts that I’d had since I’d got here and even before. Everything was finally looking up for me, and honestly, I didn’t even want to leave. The day ended, Niall ironically sunburnt shoulders, and I had finally built up a tan. And then, after returning to the hotel, we got drunk by the bar off beer, sun, and happiness.

“Hey there.” Niall slurs down the handset, lying beside me on the bed. I try to control my breathing, waiting to hear what he says- to try and decipher who he is talking to- anything. “Don’t be so pessimistic. It’s not like you’ve never gotten onto a plane without telling management before.” So it’s probably one of his band mates. I’m just not sure why he’d ring a band member when we’d agreed not to check our phones anymore to save us from the drama. “No, I’m not alone, Liam.” Finally, I’d figured out who he was talking to, although it didn’t take many brain cells to figure that out. “No, I didn’t pick her up! She’s a friend, she’s going through a break-up too- what? No! It’s not some rebound thing, we’re friends Liam.” He pauses, “She’s cool, don’t worry, I think you’d all like her.” He scoffs, “How many times must I repeat it Payne, even if I wanted to go there, it’s sort of a tricky situation.”

“I have a confession.” Niall tells me at dinner the night after his secret phone call to Liam Payne. “I turned my phone on to call someone-“

“Oh that?” He seems shocked, although I’m not sure why he would be shocked… he had made the call not too long after he believed I’d fallen asleep, “It’s fine, I heard it. It’s cool.”

“What?” His cheeks blush red, eyes darting from looking me in the eyes, to the tablecloth. He looks annoyed, although I’m not sure why. “So you decided to listen in to one of my private phone conversations?”

“Well I didn’t mean to, but when you’re going to call someone next to me, I’m obviously going to hear your conversation… Why are you so annoyed about this?”

“Because you’ve overstepped a boundary!” He shouts, and a woman sat at the table beside us looks between us in confusion. I want to apologise to her and others around us for his public outburst, but I’m more concerned with the reason for it. “I’d never think it was part of my business to listen in to a private conversation that you had with someone.” He hisses at me, “How dare you.”