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Hi! I'm seventeen years old, and I'm from Mullingar, Ireland. I'll be singing So Sick. 232677. These words, and that number changed my life. I'm just a guy who loves to eat and sing, right? But now, but now I'm living in London with four of my best friends. Its perfect! We're touring the world, living the dream. And once upon a time, I couldn't convince myself this was real. Things like this don't happen to a lad from Mullingar.
Now though, some things have come to light. I'm the shortest, second youngest, the Irish one, the only left handed one, the only one with a brother, the one who eats the most, and yeah… the one with the least amount of fans. We have fans, good, real, humane fans. They tell me I'm beautiful and perfect. On good days I believe them. I say to myself, "Niall James Horan, look at what you have. Look at these 4 perfect boys, your brothers. Look at those girls. They love you, value you, and appreciate you. They have for the last two years, and they promise they always will. Don't worry about the idiots that don't see you."
Then there are days where I have to face the truth. There's got to be a reason I have the least amount of solos. I can't sing. I eat all the time, and I can't even manage to get myself a girlfriends. Its pathetic. Nobody looks at me twice; girls pass right over me at signings. Why would anyone even want me? I'm so ugly its not even funny. The boys try, but they don't get it. Everybody loves them.
Who am I kidding? I don't deserve this life. These lads have worked so hard to get to where they are today. I shouldn't have made it through the auditions of X-factor. I shouldn't be touring the world with them. I don't even deserve to call them friends. Maybe I should just pick up and go. Back home to mum in Mullingar and hope that everybody forgets about the blond, Irish one. But then again, its not like anyone remembers me now.
I'm a nineteen-year-old lad from Mullingar. Nandos and One Direction are my life. These for boys are everything bright in my world. Maybe one day I'll find my princess, and I'll have a reason to live. That day my smile will be real. I'm Niall James Horan and I want to be loved.
Now though, some things have come to light. I'm the shortest, second youngest, the Irish one, the only left handed one, the only one with a brother, the one who eats the most, and yeah… the one with the least amount of fans. We have fans, good, real, humane fans. They tell me I'm beautiful and perfect. On good days I believe them. I say to myself, "Niall James Horan, look at what you have. Look at these 4 perfect boys, your brothers. Look at those girls. They love you, value you, and appreciate you. They have for the last two years, and they promise they always will. Don't worry about the idiots that don't see you."
Then there are days where I have to face the truth. There's got to be a reason I have the least amount of solos. I can't sing. I eat all the time, and I can't even manage to get myself a girlfriends. Its pathetic. Nobody looks at me twice; girls pass right over me at signings. Why would anyone even want me? I'm so ugly its not even funny. The boys try, but they don't get it. Everybody loves them.
Who am I kidding? I don't deserve this life. These lads have worked so hard to get to where they are today. I shouldn't have made it through the auditions of X-factor. I shouldn't be touring the world with them. I don't even deserve to call them friends. Maybe I should just pick up and go. Back home to mum in Mullingar and hope that everybody forgets about the blond, Irish one. But then again, its not like anyone remembers me now.
I'm a nineteen-year-old lad from Mullingar. Nandos and One Direction are my life. These for boys are everything bright in my world. Maybe one day I'll find my princess, and I'll have a reason to live. That day my smile will be real. I'm Niall James Horan and I want to be loved.
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When I'd finished my pizza I cleaned it up and took my cell out of my pocket. It was nine o'clock so I guessed the parents-meeting was done. I typed in my dad's number and hit the 'call' button. I but the phone up to my ear and began to walk around the room as I waited for him to take the call. I waited for long time until I finally heard his voice answering his phone.
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