Keep Me Next To You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

This Summer

My father decided that this summer we weren't going to Ierland. I've got to say that I was kinda dissapointed. But what would I be dissapointed about? It's not like I'm going to see Niall anyways. Whatever I guess, the hope was still there though.

Yesterday was the last day of school for me. I still haddn't had a clue what I was going to do this summer because everyone thought I was still going to Ierland. I didn't feel the need to tell anyone that I wasn't going. They wouldn't want to hang out with me anyways. Plus, my best friend is gone for all of July because she is visting her grandparents in the states. So really, I guess I'm going to spend the whole time writing. Writing isn't all that bad. I do enjoy it very much. But no one needs to know that. It's one of my various hobbies that Niall doesn't know about, partially because I started it at the end of last summer.

On the computer I am a completely different person. I go by the name of Kailee Summers. Everyone knows me. I upload videos of me singing, but you can never see my face. I write stories that everyone loves to read. I am the queen of twitter with more followers than even Niall. My facebook and Tumblr are talked about constantly. Only my best friend knows that I am Kailee Summers, not even my parents know. It's that secritive. People always want to talk to me and get to know me better, but I usually don't let them. I don't show anyone my face, ever.

But Kailee Summers is not who I am. I am Nina Hunter. The nobody from Jasper, Alberta who used to know Niall Horan.

I finished uploading my newest video and telling all my fans about it on every website I could and made my way back to my kitchen. I sang to Taylor Swift's song 22 from her new album. I've grown quite fond of her newer music. I bought her album Red because Phoebe said I would like it. And I trust her judgement. She is my best friend after all.

In my kitchen I grabbed some bread and popped it into the toaster. I wish I knew where my parents were. They just said they were leaving for a couple days to go to Edmonton. Why they wanted to go to Edmonton was beyond me! Everything there is so flat and boring. The only good thing about that city is the mall. THE West Edmonton Mall is the biggest mall in North America. It was once the biggest mall in the world, but some dude in Japan, or China, whereever, decided they didn't like that we had a big mall. So they made a bigger one. I've been there a  few times. Its quite nice. They have a hotel, an amusment park, a waterpark, a pirate ship, an ice rink, some sea lions, and all the best stores.

My toast popped out of the toaster and I placed it onto a plate before spreading some jam on top. I sat down on the living room couch and flicked on the TV. This late at night, usually nothing is on but re-runs. I don't mind it that much. I normally watch stuff like The Big Bang Theory, but that wasn't on so I decided on iCarly. I smiled to myself when I realized what episode it was. iGo One Direction. My favorite episode. They were sitting talking how to get Harry out of bed so he can preform on the show when Sam suggested the butter sock. I laughed along with the fake audience and everything, even though a sain person would say it isn't funny.

Once the episode was over and I was finished with my toast I cleaned up everything because my parents would mostlikely be back in an hour or so. It takes five hours to get here from Edmonton wishout much traffic and they left at six o'clock. So they should be here around eleven. It's ten, so one hour. I already said that. In my cleaning spree, I managed to do my laundry, clean up my writing suplies, wash the dishes, and vacume every room in the upper floor level. After all that, I decided it was a good idea to go for a run. Yea, I go for runs at eleven at night. Well, my parents aren't back yet anyways! So what else am I supposed to do?