IMPOSSIBLY INTERTWINED SOULS

CRUSHING HARD

I've always been a sucker for love. Deep down I thought one day a Prince Charming would come sweep me off my feet and together we will ride in his chariot at sunset to our happily ever after .

But I never said it out loud. Couldn't. My twenty three years of existence, I have always dated the douches.

And so, I was forced to learn to be tough. Break them before they do you. Crush them before they do you. And then at night in the comfort of my tiny apartment, go admiring celebrities online. Only so they would be the last thing on my mind and I could dream about them.

This works sometimes and doesn't some times as I could have nightmares too. Ugh!

And by the way, by stalking celebrities I mean just one. I mean just, Niall Osborn. An actor and musician . The love of my life. In my head we've been married for years now with two kids. I had my dream wedding and our lives together is just perfect. Just in my head of course.

In reality, I have never met the guy in person. I only see him on TV . There isn't an interview of his I haven't watched and swooned over him. I try to go to his concerts whenever he comes to town. At all costs. Watched all his movies. He is so talented or I'm totally whipped.

It's hard every time he kisses or just merely looks at another girl. I can't help feel cheated on. While I try to stay true to him, lame as that may sound.

Problem is he doesn't know of my existence and he probably never will. And also, I know I'm not the only one who fantasizes about him. Every girl my age would like to date him. And I'm going to admit I'd quickly and gladly pay for assassination of every last one of them. Insert evil laugh and rub hands together to take it all to the next level.

He has the looks, a perfect gentleman and he loves kids. Or at least is what the internet has made us believe and surely it can't be that far from the truth. I hope. My poor naive heart sincerely hopes.

So it all started with a party. Everything starts with a party doesn't it? Okay no, no

party. I just wanted to say that. It started in a ridiculous way. Not that little ridiculous. Colossal ridiculous. Because it all started with a double patty burger. I know. I said ridiculous and I meant it.

"I said double patty. I only see one patty. I'm stressing right now and so I would appreciate my meat thick and nice. Take this back and give me my double patty. Or do I have to talk to your manager? Because I could damned well talk to your boss. First, you have a very terrible attitude problem and then you don't appreciate customers. We are always right. I'm always right. And in this case I'm paying for your little stupid smile so I suggest you put it on and one more patty or I'm barging right into your manager's office. " I rumble ending in a yell unapologetic.

Damn! I'm so worked up. The guy behind the counter is frozen looking at something behind me. I'm trying to be very loud but it's like I'm not loud enough. The whole place is so quiet and I know for sure everyone heard my rant. Good thing I don't give two shits. So I hit the table a little to get back his attention but I get nothing. And this ticks me off.

So where is this manager's office? I would...

As if an episode from some cartoon where a character tells another to hold their thoughts and they hold it like it's a balloon with a string, I am forced to hold my thoughts.

Why? Because there is a lot of commotion right behind me. So I turn around to see what is going on.

Good Lord!

Good Lord!

Good Lord!

Right behind me is you know who. Surrounded by people who had previously occupied seats in the little fast food diner . He is signing autographs and taking pictures with the people.

Now I am frozen in place. For a second there I forget my double patty burger issue. Niall Osborn is staring right at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The hell! This is how it was supposed to be? On a day I decide to be more lunatic than others?

He is more beautiful up close. His smile so magical with the corners of his eyes crinkled .Damn, his eyes are so full of life and light. His long dimpled at the tip nose gives him an innocent look. He's too adorable.

I should get out of here before I lose more brain cells. He has always been so far out of reach. Now he is right here, looking me in the eye. But he is still so far away.

I turn around and pick my not double patty burger which thankfully the guy hadn't taken back yet. Don't tell him that. I leave a five dollar bill and walk out with catching a glimpse of girls plastering themselves all over him taking pictures. My poor lame heart.

So I just walk slowly in the direction of my apartment which is two blocks away. The night is a little cold so I keep tugging at my sleeves and collar of my furry coat to keep warm . I'm not even sure how I feel right now and I don't care for now. Just want to be numb a little longer.

"Wait. " A familiar voice yells to me.

For some reason I turn around so quickly to see who it is and what they want. If you are thinking it is Niall, it's not!

"You wanted two patties. Here is a second one. And you forgot your change. " The guy from the counter says with a forced smile. I'll take it cause it's far from a frown.

That wrapped up bag he is handing me looks like a whole burger and not just a patty and then the change is the remnant from double patty. I look at him suspiciously but snatch the thing from him with a raised brow. Obviously waiting for the catch.

As soon as I take it from him, he turns around and leaves hurriedly like he left some milk on the stove or something. Or maybe he did, it's a dangerous game that, leaving milk on the stove! So I keep walking and then decide to start eating a burger not wanting to have a lot to carry in my hands.

"Mmmh. " I moan loudly enjoying the softness of the buns and meaty cheesy goodness of the center.

"Yeah I love them too. " A different but familiar voice says from behind me startling me I almost swallowed the whole thing in fright.

That would have been a very awkward moment. And I know you don't need me telling you who this one is . I'll give you just one guess.

Slowly and overly dramatic, I turn around and look around him before meeting the striking green eyes which are dancing with amusement.

One thing I want to really know is why I'm not melting into a puddle right here where I'm standing?!

Romance novels must be a lie. I've read thousands and my reaction right now should be screaming and plastering my body all over him. Taking pictures of him, taking videos of him singing to me for my insta stories. Basically, losing my mind.

But here I am calm, cool and collected. For some reason, I wish I had a had a drink that I would take a long slurping noises filled sip and another and another. I end up just blinking at him. He has his hands in both his front jeans pocket with his thumbs almost touching. I've always found that hot but for some I want to not believe he is really here. He smiles brightly and and his right hand out of the pocket he stretches it towards me.

"Hi, I'm Niall Osborn. "

Good Lord!

Good Lord!

Good Lord!