Dreaming- A Niam Fanfiction

Christmas is horrible.

This chapter is dedicated to Alipop8900, because she was the first one to comment on my story.

Thank you!

I like wolves too by the way, they're awesome and cute c:

So... I ended my last story *cries*, so now I can put all my imagination into this one.

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Niall

I shiver, and wrap my arms tighter around myself.

My breaths are making little clouds in the air, like I'm a dragon.

I would like to be a dragon.

It would be really cool I think.

Just breathing fire, flying around a bit.

When I was younger, I wanted a pet dragon.

I thought a rock on the beatch was a dragon egg, so I kept it.

I still have it I think.

One day, it will be a dragon, I'm convinced of that.

I kick a coke can that's in my way, and I huff.

I hate the guys.

They know I hate christmas, I told them.

And still, they're going to celebrate it.

Okay, they are alowed to celebrate it, but why did they involve me?

I don't want to buy presents, because buying presents means walking around in the cold alone seaching for a good store.

And I certainly don't want to get presents from them.

I hate getting stuff.

I never know what I have to say.

Just the same thing with compliments.

I'm just standing there awkwardly like: 'Thank you..."

I don't know if I should kiss or hug the person, maybe shake their hand, bow for them, get on my knees and kiss their feet.

I don't know.

I kick the same can again, looking down at the ground.

I don't dare to look up.

People I don't know are scary.

You never know if they're dangerous or not.

I thought that with the boys first too.

It was just because of my, and their, music teacher, that we met each other.

Otherwise I would've never talked to them.

But my music teacher just kept on saying how we could be a good band together, that we would fit together like....likeee....whipped cream and cake?

I put my big hood further over my head, looking at my shoes.

I spot a store, and walk in as fast as I can, the warm air welcoming me.

I look up, and am greeted by an old vintage music store.

Smiling widely, I put my hood off, and look around.

The store is not really big, but it looks even smaller because of the cd's, records, and old music player thingy's everywhere.

Literally everywhere.

The store is packed with stuff.

I walk inside, and let my eyes roam the old posters on the wall.