Everyone was settled in their individual rooms that night. I sat atop my bunk, mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr. It was almost midnight…and I was completely distracted.
Niall was down on his bunk, strumming his guitar and singing “Nobody Compares” softly.
He was perfect.
He was perfect.
He was perfect.
That’s all I was thinking.
Wow….how could this be? I mean it was almost laughable. I never realized how much I loved Niall until I almost let him get away. I guess I just always expected him to be there for me. I’d never been with another guy. Then Connor came along, and Niall wasn’t there anymore. And I wanted him back. More than anything.
So, I texted Harry.
Darby: Hazza, you up?
Hazza: Yeah, why?
I locked my phone, kicked my legs over the edge of the bunk, and jumped down.
Niall stopped strumming and let out a manly yell. (Just kidding. He squealed and sounded like a kicked puppy.)
“WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK, DARBY,” he yelled at me.
“BRB!” I chirped as I sped out the door, down the hall, and to Harry and Zayn’s room.
Zayn was sound asleep, but I could see Harry fiddling with his phone on his bed.
I jumped onto the bed and landed on top of him.
“WHAT THE- DARBY?!”
“Get up.”
“What?”
“Now.”
“Just get under the blanket and we can talk,”
“Nope. UP.”
“But-“
“HARRY EDWARD STYLES-“
“FINE. I’m coming.”
I dragged him behind me into the bathroom and shut the door.
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OneSummer (A One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhenever Darby's mother, Claire, died when she was eight, Darby's dad couldn't settle anywhere. They moved at least once every six months. But whenever Darby got to Mullingar, Ireland, she met her first best friend. She finally convinced her Dad to...
