The Only Reason

Face It

I woke up late that morning. Niall was my first thought.

What if this was the start of something big? Niall is all i can think about anymore. It was one of those things where you know they're not perfect, and you realize their flaws, but still fall in love with them anyways.

Like a crush.

His smile was hypnotyzing, his eyes were so irresistible, and his accent, oh his accent. Simply beautiful his accent was.

I waited by my phone for hours, just waiting for a call or text from Niall. I knew it was so wrong to fall in love with him, but my heart had made up it's mind.

"You better be right on this one," i thought, looking down at my heart.

I started losing hope. He was never going to call. "He'll never like you, you're ugly," i told myself. I knew it was true, though. I'm not a Victoria Secret Angel. I'm not a size 2. So why does he want me?

There are way prettier girls than me all around the world.

I was shocked when i heard my phone buzzed and saw his name pop up on my screen. It was a text.

"Hello love :)" he said. I smiled. "Hello Niall :)" i replied. "How ya doing?" "I'm good, you?" "Oh, i'm great. Are you busy right now?" "No, why?" "I was um, wondering if uh, you wanted to uh FaceTime?" i smiled. "Ha, sure Niall. We could do that :)"

He called seconds later. "Hey," i answered. "Hello, Stella Rose," i blushed. " It's Just Stella," i replied, smiling. "Okay, Stella Rose," he said, smiling, just to annoy me.

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "I'm sorry Niall, i look like crap right now," i said covering my face.

"You look beautiful," he smiled. I blushed.

"Thanks, Niall," i whispered. "Now take your hands off your face," Niall smiled. I slowly uncovered my face. "Okay," i half smiled.

My hair was in a messy bun, i had no make up on, and i was still in my pajamas. I wasn't beautiful at all. Likely he'd think that.

We talked for hours after that. Talking to him for so long like that felt like i've known him forever. We barely knew each other, but i guess that doesn't stop him.

Later on, i went over to my friend, Isabel's' house. I was planning on telling her about Niall, i just didn't know when the right time was.

I was stalling. I didn't want to tell her, but i know i needed to.

We were just sitting in her room, stalking people we hate on social media. I finally got the guts to tell her.

"Isabel," i said frightened, looking down. She locked her phone and looked up. "What's wrong?" She asked, worried.

"I-i met this guy.." I whispered lightly. Isabel's eyes widened. "Who? What's his name, Stella?" Isabel yelled. "H-his name is Niall. Niall, from One Direction," i stuttered.

"WHAT?!" Isabel screamed. I continued. "I met him at the movies, he walked up and just started talking to me. Weird." "That's great, Stella," Isabel lowered her voice.

"It seems that he likes me, but i highly doubt it. I mean, look at me," i looked down. "Oh, Stella, don't be so hard on yourself. You're gorgeous, girl!" She proclaimed. "Thanks, Isabel," i replied.

"We FaceTimed earlier," i smiled. "Ooh! Tell me everything!" She squealed.

"Well, it was this morning, I was still in my pajamas and my hair was in a messy bun, and I had no make up on. It was terrible. I wish he had never seen me like that, but he did, unfortunately.I told him i was sorry for me looking like this and he called me beautiful. Which really boosted my self-esteem, I guess. It was great, actually,"

i smiled. "Oh, girl you're blushing! You totally like him!" Isabel exclaimed. "He had those eyes. The kind you get lost in, I guess," i giggled, still blushing.

 We both laughed, and talked about him some more. Isabel asked if i wanted to sleep over, and I said yes. We watched a few movies, in which I forgot. It was 2:30 already. Isabel was asleep. I was still awake, barely. I finally fell asleep, with Niall as my last thought.