Niall was a boy that I had a crush on. For what, 3 years? He never noticed me though. His mind was off in different places constantly. That's what I loved about him. I can't help but stare at him while he's in a daydream. I'm not obsessed just loving. If only he noticed how much I like him. We're in 11 grade, I think we should be mature. To know that the girl with the bun follows you everywhere, you should talk to her. But girls above my level deserve him. Because me? Yeah I'm broken. Into shattered pieces. No one likes sad, broken, lost girls. Or at least he doesn't.