Goodnight Nialler

Chapter 1: Liam and the Other Lads

Okay guys I'm not sure exactly when Niall left to go to film the X-factor but please don't bug me about any incorrect information, this is after all a fan FICTION so some information may be changed for the sake of the story.

And here's Chapter 1

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A 13 year old Niall Horan walked up to my door. A 13 year old me answered the door. Both of us dressed in nice clothing for our first school dance of the year. We only agreed to go together so we could step on each others feet all night. He held out a bouquet of black roses and I took them smiling.

I woke up from yet another sad memory I wish I could forget. It's been 3 years, 6 months, 6 days, 17 hours and 19 minutes since I last saw Niall, and not a moment has gone by where I tried to forget him, but I just couldn't forget that blond haired blue eyed freak.

The worst part of it all is, tomorrows the day me and him met 11 years ago. The only times during the entire year I allow myself to cry over him is on the day he left: March 23rd and tomorrow, September 2nd. Other that on those two days, not a single tear has dropped from my eyes.

I start my usual routine, get up and ready, leave my dorm to go get a coffee and breakfast, come back, start school, do school 'work', finish school, practice whatever needs to be practised, chill in my room with my dorm mates, go to sleep, repeat. If you've done the math, you already know I'm 19. I go to the highest ranked arts collage/university in the country, this country being Canada. Yes I moved back to Canada. I take drama, vocals, guitar, piano and video and audio recording and editing, and for an extra class I take a song writing course. It's my second year here and I love how chill it is.

I throw on my black jeans and bright red t-shirt that reads 'love bites'. I slip on my pink and white high tops, and head out the door. I walk into the Tim Hortons, get my coffee and my muffin, and some CLUMP NUGGET texting on his phone bumps into me. Being the clumsy person I am I trip and fall flat on my face, spilling my coffee.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry. Are you okay?” said an Irish accent I knew too well. He held out a hand to help me up.

“Yeah I'm fine, thank you. Oh my god Niall is that you?!?!” I screamed in excitment, tomorrow would go from a day that I dread, to the day I was reunited with my best friend. I still have a light Irish accent from when I lived there. I don't know how I got it, it just developed over time, and it's still slightly there.

“The one and only. Is that an Irish accent? You sound like your from around Mullinger.” He said seemingly oblivious to who I am.

“Ya, I grew up around there...Niall, do you not remember me?” he doesn't remember me, does he? Well I guess we're back to dread. Unless he's kidding, if he is, he's SO gonna get it.

“I can't say I do, should I?” That little bug.

"HaHa, very funny Niall. C'mon we've got some catching up to do. I'll take the day off school!'

"Look, I'm sorry miss, but I have to get back to my mates." That sentence shattered me into a million pieces.

“Niall it's me, Kira” I said sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry, the name doesn't ring a bell." He said, going to leave.

"Niall, you win okay. You got me. I'm starting to believe you really don't know who I am. Now stop it." I said, scared to death that he's actually forgotten me.

"Look, I don't know what you're on about, but I have to go." He said leaving.

I allowed myself to read a 1D fan fiction one day, something exactly like this happened. I never thought it was possible for Niall to forget me, but he did. If he never left, he would have tripped me, then laughed because I fell then helped me up, not without calling me a klutz, and we would sit in the booth laughing until it was time to go to school. But he did leave.