Jordan
I've been out of my coma thing for a day now, and Lauren and I only have two days left in England. Even if Niall and I dont last forever, I've had enough to go without being in another relationship for the rest of my life. I bet Lauren and Harry will be forever. They're so in love. And Harry's so nice to her. Lauren's second boyfriend was a little abusive, but Harry never pushes her to do anything or hurts her.
Niall's taking me out on a second first date today. We're going on a picnic. He said to wear the same stuff I did before so we can start over kind of. Only this time, I won't get hurt.
"Have you ever been here, Niall?" I asked.
"No, but the other lads have and they said it's a good place for picnics." Niall said.
"Well, you can't believe everything you hear, but from the boys it should be okay." I feel like I've become very accident-prone, and I need to be especially careful of what I'm doing f I want to stay on varsity for swimming.
"That's my thought," Niall said as we traipsed to a small patch of trees.
I could tell Niall was ready to have a deep conversation, so I sat quietly on the blanket and waited for him to speak.
"Do you ever feel like someone's always watching you or something? Like you're never alone?" He asked absently.
"Yeah. A lot. Mostly when I became a fan of yours," I admitted.
"No. You probably don't," he said like he hadn't heard me. "You're just an ordinary girl."
"I'm just an ordinary girl?!" I could feel my face getting red.
He quickly recognized his slip. "No. I want you to stay that way."
"I may not have the fame, or the riches, but everyone's ordinary Niall Horan. And don't you ever say that to me again!" I screamed as I ran to the bus stop we had passed on the way in crying. Niall drove me, so I had no other option unless I was going to ride with him. He really hurt my feelings. I get that I'm not famous, but that's no excuse to call me ordinary, or to say he's not.
Soon enough, a bus pulled up and I ran on as Niall followed in an Audi.
"Jordan! Please wait, Love!" Niall calls through the window.
"Is that boy someone you know?" The driver asked.
"Somebody that I used to know," I faintly smiled as the Gotye song popped into my head. I paid my fare and sat down in the third seat.
It was about eight thirty, and I was the only person on the bus besides a middle-aged man snoring in the back, so the bus driven and I had a nice conversation.
"You wanna talk about it, Love?" She asked as she looked at me through her rearview mirror.
"I don't even know where to begin. One minute I was having the time of my life with the boy of my dreams, and the next thing I know, he's insulted me." I cried.
"Well, the beginning's always a good place to start," she said kindly.
"Okay. Well, he's in a big band called One Direction. My friend and I came on a school trip here and our parents let us stay two extra weeks to go to their concert in London. My friend and I forgot to call a cab after the concert, so we were going to walk home. But as we were walking, a door opened and hit me in the head. It was him who opened the door, and I couldn't remember the last four years of my life. Thankfully, his bandmate's brother-in-law was a doctor, and they took me to his office where he gave me an opiate to give me my memory back one year at a time. Then, my friend and Niall's bandmate,Harry, start going steady, and soon enough, Niall is taking me on our first date. I was sitting on the edge of the little yacht because we were going to go snorkeling, and I was showing off my swimming skills-I'm a swimmer- and I hit my head on the back of the boat as I flipped out. I was trying to do it the way they did in movies, and I guess I was unconscious because the next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed again and I was in a dreamlike state, yet I could hear everything going on around me and I could talk. That was when Niall said he wanted to do a second take on our first date and, of course, I said yes. Then we were about to have a really deep convo, and he calls me an ordinary girl. And now, I'm here," I explained.
"I'm so sorry, Love," she says. "I wish I knew how to help you, but I'm no love doctor, and I haven't experienced much myself. Why don't you call up that friend of yours. I'm sure she can help. Where're you staying, by the way?"
"2343 Second Street. And I think she would help," I said as I whipped out my iPhone.
Lauren had been out with Harry, so she had him take her home. And soon enough, the drive dropped me off in front of the hotel.
"Thank you so much. For everything," I said as I put extra money in.
"You're so welcome, Love. Feel better, okay?" She smiled.
"Okay. Have a good night," I said as I walked off.
"You too, dear," she said as she pulled away.
I was wrong when I said I wouldn't get hurt. I should've known fairy tales don't happen in real life. That was the moment I decided I would never love any man ever again. I decided I was giving up on true love. After all, it doesn't exist.

Notes

I just listened to Someday by Pure NRG. Everyone who reads this needs to go listen to it. It makes me cry. It's so sad and sweet and true.
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