~Niall's pov~
Uggggggggg my head is pounding. Why do I always drink so much? Unimportant. I'm gonna need some Advil or something. I go down stairs to find Kira, puffy and blood shot eyes and tear stains on her cheeks. She's been crying.
Surprisingly I remember absolutely everything that happened last night. Including overhearing a conversation between Kira and Harry. “When he saw I was upset he would hug me and every problem would just disappear.” I remember hearing her say.
So I did exactly that. I walked over and I hugged her. I gave her a famous 'Horan Hug' as many people may call it. She hugged back for quite a long time before tensing up and pushing me off of her.
“I'm mad at you right now. Why would you do that? Do you have any idea what painful memory's that brings back?” She said, on the verge of tears.
“I'm sorry. It was just a hug, I was trying to make you feel better.”
“It may be 'just a hug' to you, but to me, it's the one thing that made my life complete. Niall you are my everything. When I saw you in that Tim Hortons, the light bulb that was my life lit up again. The fact that you have no idea who I am, I... I just.... I have no words for that.”
She was about to cry, seeing her 'almost-crying-but-trying-hard-to-hold-back-the-tears' face made me want to die. She was so upset, and there was nothing I could do about it.
How can someone forget someone like her? I mean come on! Look at her! She's GORGEOUS! Her eyes, oh my her eyes! Her eyes are an utterly flawless green, but it looks like someone took blue dye and tie-died her eyes! They were beautiful. Almost as beautiful as her. Even when she was in this state, she looked beautiful.
Just then Ed came down, he must have crashed here too. Kira's face paled and I saw her have a mental breakdown
“Mornin' Niall. Do you know where the Advil is? I have a killer heard ache...Speaking of killer, that was an awesome party!”
“I know right! Here.” I said tossing him the Advil.
“Hi Ed. I'm Kira, I'm a huge fan of your music. I have your album on replay almost 24-7.” She gushed.
“As you most likely know I'm Ed, and I'm glad you like my music I really enjoy doing it. What's your favourite song?”
“Well I have a few but 'Miss You' and 'Small Bump' are absolutely amazing!”
“Thank you! What do you do?”
“I'm currently going to an arts college and university.”
“That's so cool! What kind of classes do you take?”
“I take drama, vocals, guitar, piano and video and audio recording and editing, and for an extra class I take a song writing course.” She said, beaming.
“That's really cool! I'd love to hear some of your stuff some time.”
“That would be absolutely amazing!” She said. Okay I think I'm done hearing them flirt of whatever you would call that.
“Still in the room!” I say
“That's beautiful Nialler. You should write a book about it! 'Still in the Room!' an autobiography by Niall Horan that would make millions!” Kira said and Ed snickered trying to hold back laughter.
“Thank you for your Blandiloquence (A/N a word meaning flattery or complementing form of speech).” I replied sarcasticly.
“Oh! Look who swallowed a dictionary!” She retorted. She looked at Ed -who was behind me- for a moment. “ED! If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me so we can make fun of people together.” She said.
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Goodnight Nialler
FanfictionMy name is Kira Boulea and I compleatly and utterly HATE Niall Horan, but some how we're best friends and hopefully, one day more. He left for the X factor and I haven't talked to him since. What happens when we meet again three years later, and he...