Niall horan au
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"I think you're beautiful" he says, his irish accent making it sound funny, yet im in love with his words; Im in love with him. The only words that flow more perfectly out of his mouth are the i love you's or when he says my name and ive never really liked my name. My brother used to tease me calling me Olive Oil and in primary i hada best friend named Vinel and they used to call us vingrette; how despective. The truth is ive never felt quite as good as i feel next to him. Niall makes me the best me i can be and hearing his words, the pure sincerity off them, makes me feel beautiful. Stupid kid with his goddamned effect on me.
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