Left Behind {A Niall Horan Forgotten Story}

Chapter 4

*Wednesday, September 9th, 1998*

So its been a couple days since Niall and I have hung out. He taught me how to play football, it's actually really fun. But I learned that you need to wear worn out and old clothes, because you get really dirty. Niall was really nice to me while he taught me, it took me awhile to learn, but I've got the basics down. He's obviously much better than I am, but he takes it easy on me.

So Saturday's the 12th and I can't wait because that's when my birthday is, dad and mum have already planned for us to go back to Dublin to see family. So I'm excited about that. I will be turning 5, mom says on Saturday I will have lived half a decade, I feel old when she says that.

But today Niall and I get to hang out after school, and I think we're playing football again, because it's nice out. So that means I'll probably go over to his house. His house isn't big but either is ours, there very good houses because they are perfect for our families. Niall has his own room like me, and it's cool because he has a secret window just like me, it even has a big tree right next to it, it's really cool. His room is small, but it's just right. It's not to big, but not to small. His room is really boyish, has blue and green stuff and has boy bedding too.

His brother Greg I haven't really talked, but he seems nice, he's older than us so he doesn't play with us.

I wait by the door at school with Niall for our parents to arirve, we didn't do much today, the teacher was sick so we had a substitute. He was boring and old. Niall and I got separated at nap time because we were talking so much, and we didn't even get to play at play time because he thought it would be better to read us a story instead.

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"How was your day?" Dad asked me while driving me home.

"Terrible," I sighed.

"Oh that's to bad," he says, I know he's smiling.

When I get home I tell my dad I'm going over to Niall's and he let's me.

I walked out of my house and crossed the street carefully, making sure there were no cars coming. There isn't much traffic anyways, but every once in a while there's some dummy who goes really fast down this road and doesn't look or watch out for little kids.

When I get over to Niall's he's already playing in the backyard.

"Hey Arielle," he smiles while I walk through the gate into his backyard.

"Hey Niall," I smile back.

He already has the goal set up, and I see he's been practicing cause he's sweating a bit.

"Ready to play?" He asks.

I nod while walking over to him. He sets the ball in between us and we shake hands before counting down.

"3...2....1," Niall shouts.

We both lunge towards the ball, he ends up kicking it to his left and we both run for it. He's obviously better than I am, so it's quite hard for me not to get mad at him.

"Niall take it easy," I shout while he kicks it into the goal.

"Sorry Arielle, it's just you sorta suck," he laughs.

"Whatever," I shake my head in frustration

"Alright it's 1 to nothing me," he laughs while setting the ball in between us once more.

"3....2.... ," I shout while kicking the ball to the right before saying 1.

"That's cheating he laughs while standing there.

I ignore him and kick the ball straight into the goal.

"Yay!!" I shout. "1 to 1 sassy pants."

"Alright alright," he laughs clearly letting me cheat.

We play for about 30 more minutes before I'm basically passed out laying on the grass.

Niall ended up winning like 20 to 5. I ended up once just picking the ball up and throwing it into the goal, but for some reason Niall didn't expect that as a goal. But whatever, I still had fun.

Niall was now kicking the ball into the goal by himself while I was laying near by watching.

He was really good at it for his age, I was surprised. Just watching him was mesmerizing because his body naturally like new what to do. Unlike me who just went out there and started kicking the ball around. I knew that one day he could grow up and play like famous football. That I would be watching him on TV and seeing him playing on the big professional field. I could see that, and I could be the one to say that I watched him practice, he taught me, I grew up with him, I was his first friend, we played together, we told each other secerts, we were one, him and I we were friends. And that to me meant a lot. Niall was special, but him and I, I could see us lasting. And maybe even becoming best friends one day.