One Shot I wrote for Kelsea on tumblr - .com/
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A competition
You know that feeling you get when you know you've found someone special?
I had never ever experienced that feeling before. And I never thought I would. That was until I met Niall. But that's the problem; the only thing I did do was meet him. All it took was a couple of phone calls, a win in a 'meet one direction' competition. And there I was, stood in front of him, getting autographs, taking pictures. But I just felt like he thought I was another girl, another fan, just some random person screaming in his face and laughing every word he said. I watched as he forced on a smile as he greeted us, the boys made a joke about him being Irish and he laughed along. But I could see the pain in his eyes, the feeling like he didn't belong. I watched as he smiled at Louis falling off a chair, but it didn't reach his eyes. The eyes that I remembered being so sparkly and bright from the videos diaries were now a dull blue. I left that meeting slightly disheartened at what had just happened. I felt like Niall was in his own little bubble, cut off from the rest of the group, his monotone voice and dreary eyes showed me that. But as my phone buzzed and the message appeared on the screen, I knew I could change that.
5 hours later and I was stood outside the studios. My freezing cold body was wrapped in a Jack Wills gilet, harry would be proud, I thought, wrapping it even tighter. I pushed my hands deeper into my pockets until my left hand had a firm grip on my phone. I smiled to myself, the phone that had Niall Horan's number on it, all thanks to my mum. The competition that we won was for two people, so I decided to take my best friend Rosie, but my mum insisted on tagging along and after a lot of pleading she managed to get in with us. And when she saw the opportunity, she went to speak to Niall, she got me his number and now here I was, stood outside, waiting for him to come and meet me.
"Kelsea?" I heard a voice ask from behind me, the Irish accent clear. "Do you want to come inside? You're freezing!" he laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the doors.
I walked through the studios in a daze; Niall was still holding my hand. I met the boys again, we laughed, told jokes, but this time Niall didn't look so sad, he kept grinning at me and I felt my heart melt. I left that day knowing in my heart that it would not be the last time I saw Niall Horan…