Being Told You're Beautiful

A manly national anthem.

I'm sorry it's taken a long time.

I'm sorry it's a crappy, short chapter.

I'm sorry I've skipped forward.

If anyone has any ideas, please DM me. PLEASE.

I'm sorry the llamas have a fear of flying chickens.

Many bundles of thanks to xodaraaaox for this idea. (I think it was yours?!) I altered it slightly. And to caitybaby0110 who's comment made my day and caused me to update who has the beginnings of an amazing story there! :)

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Niall and I continuously texted each other.

And I mean, continuously.

As in, we never stopped.

Not for the next two months.

He became my best friend. He knew everything about me. I knew everything about him. Yet the beauty was that we were always learning new things about each other.

And he was coming to Scotland on one of his days off so we could meet up. It was the summer holidays, we made sure so I was most definitely free, and wasn't away either. I wasn't going away anywhere actually. Mum and Dad couldn't get the time off. But honestly, I quite like it. Being an only child, it gave me six weeks of pure, untainted freedom.

Aaaaanyway. Back to me retelling this story you all seem so desperate to read.

We decided not to Skype or anything, it might have made it awkward when we met. I made sure Amy knew where I was, y'know, all that stranger danger and stuff you get told at school.. "Don't meet up with anyone you isn't know without someone knowing where you're going". Yeah. I was keeping safe okay?

He had suggested that we both have something so that the other knows its most definitely them.

I pointed out I could recognise him anywhere.

He pointed out that he had only my Twitter profile picture to know what I looked like, and there was three of us in it and that I'd been mean and not told him which one I was.

I pointed out that if I could see him, that wouldn't matter.

He pointed out he would be in a disguise.

I pointed out I didn't think of that and that I should disguise myself too.

He pointed out that I didn't need to, no-one knew who I was.

I pointed out that for all he knew, I could be really famous and need a disguise.

He pointed out that with the amount of followers I had, that wasn't possible.

I pointed out that that proved he had been stalking me on Twitter.

He pointed out that that was the point of Twitter.

I pointed out that llamas are cool.

He decided we were both to wear a green hoodie and bring a bag of crisps with us each.

I wrote down 'squawk okay where and when?' and clicked send.

Immediately I got back 'princes Street Gardens beside the fountain. Friday 1pm. Be there or be square.'

Then I danced around my room, singing my national anthem in a very manly Scottish accent.

I mean, it's not everyday Niall Horan texts you with details of where to meet him now, is it?