It's You?!
Chapter 7.
*Krissy's POV*
It's been three full months, since I have seen Niall James Horan and One Direction. Part of that reason is that a couple days after the interview at my school, they left for a tour. And oddly every passing day something reminds me of him, 'ugh. I need to get my mind off of him.' I told myself, while I was shuffling through some old boxes I had recently found that we're from my old home of Ireland.
All of the item in the boxes were; pictures, old stuffed toys, Christmas decorations... and I finally found at the bottom of one box, wedged in the corner, was a pinkish faded heart shaped card. I took it in my hands, feeling it's fragile texture. Then like an old picture show, the memories came flooding back, starting with this simple Valentine's day card.
I was seven, and it was valentine's day. I had a pretty little heart patterned dress on that mommy picked out for me. Once I walked down to the living room, she told me something came in the mail for me. She handed me an envelope without a return address, but being only seven I didn't really care who it was from. Inside was a simple pink heart shaped card, on the card it read,
Dear me valentine,
you may not know who i am but that's okay with me,
you seem pretty and sweet and i wish i had the courge to talk to you
this is your first and last valentine from me, because im to shy
but anyway Happy Valentine's Day, me Valentine
♥ NJH
At the end of his sweet little valentine he ended with a cute drawing, but at the time I couldn't tell what it was, and I told my mother to keep it safe for me...
And now reading it over, I'm glad she did, I smile at all the small grammatical errors, like how he spelt courage - courge, used me instead of my, and now could finally depict what the small drawing was.. it was a little Irishman, and next to the Irishman were the initials NJH. 'No... It couldn't be..... could it???' I tried pushing the thoughts away but they kept coming back. They were piecing all the clues together...
The blue eyes, the blond hair, same hometown, has a brother named Greg, the initials NJH.. NJH.. I mean it fits.. Niall James Horan. Where is the evidence that it isn't him. There is none, so just ask him. All the fighting voices ring in my head, it was bugging me too much.
It. Was. Too. Much. To. Resist.
"So where do you want your flight to go to Miss?" A ticket cashier said holding out a map in front of me, I pointed to a single spot and said,
"Back home." She nodded understanding.
"Wonderful choice, your gate is 7j your flight is boarding right now, good luck." She said waving me goodbye, as I took my small suitcase to the gate, boarded the plane, watching at my window seat as we ascended into the air.
Goodbye England.
It's been three full months, since I have seen Niall James Horan and One Direction. Part of that reason is that a couple days after the interview at my school, they left for a tour. And oddly every passing day something reminds me of him, 'ugh. I need to get my mind off of him.' I told myself, while I was shuffling through some old boxes I had recently found that we're from my old home of Ireland.
All of the item in the boxes were; pictures, old stuffed toys, Christmas decorations... and I finally found at the bottom of one box, wedged in the corner, was a pinkish faded heart shaped card. I took it in my hands, feeling it's fragile texture. Then like an old picture show, the memories came flooding back, starting with this simple Valentine's day card.
I was seven, and it was valentine's day. I had a pretty little heart patterned dress on that mommy picked out for me. Once I walked down to the living room, she told me something came in the mail for me. She handed me an envelope without a return address, but being only seven I didn't really care who it was from. Inside was a simple pink heart shaped card, on the card it read,
Dear me valentine,
you may not know who i am but that's okay with me,
you seem pretty and sweet and i wish i had the courge to talk to you
this is your first and last valentine from me, because im to shy
but anyway Happy Valentine's Day, me Valentine
♥ NJH
At the end of his sweet little valentine he ended with a cute drawing, but at the time I couldn't tell what it was, and I told my mother to keep it safe for me...
And now reading it over, I'm glad she did, I smile at all the small grammatical errors, like how he spelt courage - courge, used me instead of my, and now could finally depict what the small drawing was.. it was a little Irishman, and next to the Irishman were the initials NJH. 'No... It couldn't be..... could it???' I tried pushing the thoughts away but they kept coming back. They were piecing all the clues together...
The blue eyes, the blond hair, same hometown, has a brother named Greg, the initials NJH.. NJH.. I mean it fits.. Niall James Horan. Where is the evidence that it isn't him. There is none, so just ask him. All the fighting voices ring in my head, it was bugging me too much.
It. Was. Too. Much. To. Resist.
"So where do you want your flight to go to Miss?" A ticket cashier said holding out a map in front of me, I pointed to a single spot and said,
"Back home." She nodded understanding.
"Wonderful choice, your gate is 7j your flight is boarding right now, good luck." She said waving me goodbye, as I took my small suitcase to the gate, boarded the plane, watching at my window seat as we ascended into the air.
Goodbye England.
Cool! Shall do
7/5/13