Ava's Symphony

One Way Or Another

So much reading my eyes are sore, even though this is my current favourite - Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. Sometimes I relate to Cath, being the shy and introverted fangirl I am who is confused with life itself, except that fact that I don't write and do not plan to write gay fan fiction of any interest. Oh well, I'll have to finish the book, but I have loads of pages to go. I have been leaving this book in my bag since the week before my birthday, which is literally like months ago.

Flipping page after page, it's getting kind of boring. The puffy texture of my pillow is luring me into a deep sleep - we have a lovely relationship. All of a sudden, I see a red corner sticking out of the top of the book. This is weird. I don't own red bookmarks. I tell myself. My finger traces along the pages and stops at the piece of red leather. Curiously, I pick it out and take a closer look.

On the delicate segment of cloth, a nanoscopic paragraph seems to be embroidered onto it:

"If you see this, Ava, please come to the left-handed mill as soon as possible. I'll be at Danny Byrnes every day afternoon. Hope to see you soon. N x"

As weird as it might sound, the first thought I had wasn't "omg niall sneaked a note for me and he sew the words on himself gosh what is air". No, it wasn't that. It was: What the actual heck is a left-handed mill?

Being the desperate and lazy girl I am, I decide to ask my best buddy ever because he's such a smartypants that he likes to finish my sentences before I even manage to make the whole query. That's right, he's Google.

I carefully type the phrase into the search box and simply hope I'll find a proper answer.

"Niall, you cheeky young lad." I thought to myself when I finally find the answer after endless pages of scrolling and eye-rolling. Apparently, 'left-handed mill' is the translation of the word 'Mullingar', which is Irish. And Danny Byrnes is a pub in the town.

Oh God, just hold on because does that mean he expects me to get a 8000-dollar plane ticket and then just leave my schoolwork and family and friends behind just to see him? Well then let me tell you that I love it because this is a brilliant suggestion! I mean who in the world gets a love note from Niall Horan? I am totes getting to Mullingar oh, my God! Although, I'll have to admit that there is one tiny problem to get through, which is getting the approval of my lovely, lovely (note the sarcasm, dear) parents. Still, I am doing whatever it takes to meet Niall.

Deliberately skipping out of my room, I find my mom in the kitchen cooking up some weird salsa. It's weird because I don't even like salsa, neither does my dad and sister.

Dying to get to Mullingar, I ask in my sing-song voice, "Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You look beautiful today and the salsa smells incredible." Ending my sentence with a smile.

Exasperated, my mom questions, "What is it you want this time, Ava?"

"Mom! That's not what I meant! Still, now that you've asked, I would love to go to Mullingar."

She puts down her salsa and enumerates, "One, we don't have enough money. Two, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. Three, whatever reason you're giving me, it's not good enough. So nobody's going anywhere, do you understand?"

"But it's Niall! Niall left me a note and told me he's waiting everyday at this pub called Danny Something for me! I have to go! Who freaking knows what he has for me?"

"Exactly, Ava! Who knows what what he has for you? What if he's messing with you? We can't afford another crazy trip of yours because of reasons you don't understand. Ava, he's just another celebrity and he must be seeing loads of other girls so stop with your little fantasy. Go into your room." The salsa bowl thuds onto the kitchen counter as she drops it, infuriated.
I shout from my door, "Anywhere's better than here," I walk into my room and add, "and at least I'll be living happily in my fantasies!" Slamming it.

With my screaming voice muffled by the pillow, I shout into it, saying, "Argh, this is so unfair! You're ruining my life!" followed by a series of censored content. Rubbing the red velvet bookmark, I'm trying to come up with as many ways as possible to get me to Mullingar.

Then it strikes me.

Dad.

I'll get Dad to approve the trip! There's no way he won't let me. I'm going to meet Niall, one way or another.

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HELLO MY DEAREST WATTPADDER, LOVE TO SEE YOU HERE. I guess this chapter has been long anticipated (it's been four months since the last update!), but first I do have a (/an another) change to make in my stories. At least it's a change in the way how YOU my dear, reads the chappie in order to get the best reading experience ;)
So actually I just wanna tell you that I'm not going to put (as much) lyrics in the story as before unless it's in a sitch that the characters should be singing it. So I have a tiny request, is that I hope you can play the song while you read it, to get you into the mood and kinda like ambience eh? Anyways if you get distracted by the song, you can totally read the whole thing without the background music because I'm fine with that xd
Hope you enjoyed reading the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. ALRIGHT LOVE YOU. AND I CHANGED THE TITLE OF THE STORY HAHA.