Little Things

Chapter 3

Sorry for this, but I just want to start of with a few words.

Thank you to everyone who has DM'd me on instagram, or commented on pictures on my page saying they read it, and how much they enjoy it.

Thank you for that! It means a ton. I know I only have a few reads let alone favorites, but I'm so thankful and happy for it.

Hope you enjoy this next chapter, comment on your favorite lines or whatever (: and don't forget to favorite!

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The sun shines through the window to the right side of my bed, waking me up. I stare at the beauty of the glow, taking in the moment. I rub my eyes and sit up by resting my elbows on the mattress. While my mind wanders to thoughts on what cereal I'm going to want to eat this morning, memories of last night hit me like a rock and I flop backwards with my head in my pillow again.

I rub my temple, and run through the previous events.

Images flash in my head, and end with the picture I photographed with my mind of Niall surrounded by what I evaluated to be, paparazzi.

After laying in bed for around five minutes trying to make sense of everything, I decide to get up and head to the bathroom where I can relieve myself, and brush my teeth.

On my way, I peek into Morgan's room and shake her a little. The electronic clock next to her bed reads ten in the morning, so I don't feel guilty about it. She wakes up late way too often, and as for me, I'm the early bird. This is rather late of me to get up now.

She mumbles something I can't make out, but the discusting smell of alcohol still lingers in her breath and I hold back a gag.

"Gosh Morgan you are nasty," I whisper, knowing she can't hear me.

I walk away and back to the bathroom. Once I am done refreshing, I head downstairs to the kitchen where I pour myself some Frosted Mini Wheats and a glass of orange juice.

But before I start eating, I grab my laptop and head to the table where my breakfast awaits.

After waiting what feels like an hour for my prehistoric machinery to turn on, I pop up google and contemplate what to search first.

Maybe it was a mistake that they were taking pictures of Niall. Or maybe, there was someone else there like some politician and he was just caught in the midst of the paparazzi while leaving.

While my mind argues on whether or not Niall was mistaken for someone else or people were truly taking pictures of him, the only thing I can do to prove myself is to search.

The tips of my fingers dally over the keyboard, and then I type the first thing that comes to my mind, "Niall from Ireland,".

We did talk for hours, but it was stories from childhood memories, our opinions on pointless theories, and basically anything that came to mind. So, I don't know much about him other than he likes music, Nandos, and he is from a small town in Ireland. Plus, I didn't even catch a last name.

Or a phone number.

I'm not sure what will come up, if anything. There has to be a million Niall's who live in Ireland.

When the page loads, links pop up everywhere.

Niall Horan - Biography - Singer

Photos| Niall Horan at home in Mullingar - Entertainment News

Niall Horan - One Direction Wiki

Niall Horan partying in Mullingar, Ireland!

Niall Horan's Irish accent - Hot? We think so, and Liam agrees!