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I didn't think such a perfect stranger could exist. He's the kind of person girls cry about, and authors write stories about, only words cannot describe him; the kind that are only real in your most wild dreams.
He's the kind of person who wouldn't acknowledge me for a second, the kind
who can get any beautiful girl he want, more beautiful than me; the kind that is standing right in front of you, but you cannot fathom even saying hello. And that's why, regretfully so, I would never, ever, have a shot at even talking to him.
Except, despite all that, he walked up in front of me.
"Hi, I'm Niall. Would you mind getting me a coffee or something?" He smiled. A warm smile, the kind you give a friend you've known for years, although I was just a stranger.
"Um... I- yeah sure I'll be right back!" I yelled as I turned on my feet and ran to the back room.
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I scrounge around the magazine section and look past the little girl magazines that I used to read. Seventeen and teen vogue and twist all filled with that boy band. Ugh...
I flip through them, laughing at what they until I get to the one direction section in Seventeen.
Harry, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall.
Niall...I flip through it quickly and smirk at all this and put it on the shelf and start to walk away.
My brain finally, some how clicks. "WOAH... WOAH WAIT WHAT?!?!" I scream and realize some little kids are in front of me. I give them a small smile at them as they scream and run the other way. I turn and run back to the magazines in a rush.
I sit against the wall and pull that magazine back out again. Niall... Niall... He looks exactly like he does. How does he NOT tell me this stuff when I hang out with him?
"How am I that stupid." I whisper to myself and groan and hit my head repeatedly against a wall. Maybe I can knock some sense into my own head if I do this.
Nope.
Still feel like an idiot.
How can I be so stupid? How do I not notice this sort of thing? I mean they are all over!
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Let me tell you a bit about myself. I hate one direction. I really do. But this obviously fake dyed blonde haired boy saves me from a directioner going a concert and then he asks me if I would want to go out with him?! What kind of question is that?
Let me tell you about the adventure of finally picking up the broken parts of my heart and letting go of my past and moving on from the bad and onto the new.
You never know who would be the one to actually save me.