I stared at the phone and my head was spinning. My breath was stuck in my throat. Yes, I love One Direction but that’s not why I was losing my mind right now. I was noticed by Niall Horan. A guy who truly was my idol. I didn’t want to leave him hanging so I quickly thought of something to say and sent it.
Hey, “Nialler”, haha. I appreciate this a lot. Skype is fine with me! My username is SherlockxHolmes. J See you soon! X
I ran up to my room and quickly sat crisscrossed on my bed and turned on my laptop. My heart was seriously beating like it was about to explode any second.
I opened up Skype and logged on. I took a deep breath and just as I did, I got an incoming call from, xNiallerx. I let the breath out and realized that I was still in my short plaid pj shorts and black tank top, with my hair in a high bun. Dear lord, Niall CAN’T see me like this. I’m so hideous! I got off my bed and out of the screen, but clicked ‘Accept’. It was silent for a few seconds until I heard, “You know, I was hoping to see your face instead of a very comfy looking bed.”
That Irish voice made me weak. But I quickly grabbed a notebook and pen off my dresser and wrote, “I’m sorry, but I’m in my pjs with my hair up and I look completely disgusting.”
I heard a chuckle, “I’m sure you look beautiful. Please let me see you, Sherlock.” I giggled and took a quick look in the mirror. Well, at least I had make-up on, so I didn’t look THAT bad. But still not good enough for Niall Horan.
I sighed and covered my face with my hands and sat back on my bed. “Aww, come on, love. Let me see your face. Please?”
I slowly dropped my hands to my lap and bit my lip. I’ve never been so insecure and self-conscious in my life. I continued to bite my lip and looked up at the screen to see the most gorgeous guy ever, looking back at me. And not to mention, he had the biggest smile on his face.
“Wow.. You look..” I sighed, “Hideous? I know.” I remembered that my voice still sounded terrible, so I blushed.
“Not at all. More like gorgeous. Are you sick? You sound horrible, love.” I looked at him and he was frowning. I nodded, “Just a shitty sore throat and a headache.”
“That sucks! I’m sorry.” I smiled, “Don’t worry about it, Niall. How are you, though?” He smiled once again, “I’m great! Just chilling at my flat. It feels good to be home after a long tour.”
I laughed lightly, “I can imagine. But I’m very proud of you guys and how far you’ve come. You deserve all of the wonderful things you’re getting out of this.”
I blushed badly and Niall had such a cheeky smile on his face. “Thank you so much, love! That means a lot to me, you have no idea. I wish I could hug you right now for being so sweet!”
I sent him a smile and then thought about why I was Skyping with him in the first place. All the images of Jake came rushing back to me in a second. Every moment we had, every fight. Thinking of him makes my chest hurt, as if someone was stabbing me, repeatedly. Niall’s angel-like voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Love? What’s wrong? You’re crying.” I touched my face and I was, in fact, crying.
“I’m here to listen, like I said.” I looked down, and shut my eyes tight, trying to stop the tears from flowing, although I’m not sure if they would.
I know it’s Niall Horan asking what’s wrong, but we really know NOTHING about each other. Am I honestly ready to share my most personal sob story to a stranger? Or should I just push him away like I did to everyone else..?
