I was bored. I sighed to myself as I flopped onto a bunk that didn’t necessarily belong to me. I got out my phone, looking through Twitter, but found nothing new that I found intriguing. I checked out YouTube next, but not really in the mood for a video.

I threw my phone to the side, hearing it crash against the wall and fall flat on the bed. I looked over, seeing Zayn with his nose in a book. I made a face. “How can you read that?” It was so thick. Plus, how in the world would he have the time to read that anyways.

He looked up from the book, looking over at me. “Seeing how you can’t seem to settle down, it’s keeping me preoccupied. You should try reading sometime, mate. It’ll clear your head some… and pass the time.”

He went back to reading. Well, that conversation didn’t last long.

I sighed as I got out of the bunk. Louis was taking a nap on his bed and Harry and Liam were battling each other on the DSs. We had a five hour drive to our next destination, I was bored, and I had nothing better to do. I went to the closet, pulling out a box of stuff we’ve received from the fans on our last signing three weeks ago. Typically we’d keep the stuff the fans give us, going through it whenever we had free time. Yeah, there was a lot of stuff and I checked some of the stuff out.

I made a face at a condom that was in here. I don’t remember seeing this, must’ve been for the other guys. I threw it back in the box. There were a few books fans made. They were all creatively made, but all held that similar idea. There were pictures of themselves with us, half of the faces I could barely remember.

Doing this kept me slightly busy for the next ten minutes, but I could feel myself starting to get bored again. I sighed, my hand resting on a small-bound journal. I blinked at its familiarity. I actually remembered the girl giving this to me. I was the only one she came up to. She didn’t say who her name was, nor even a hello. One of the many reasons I remembered her, she had green eyes. I didn’t know what it was, but I held this sort of respect for people with green eyes. It was such a rare color you could have. I guess it was those kinds of people that were rare to meet.

Harry was one of them, but he didn’t count.

I opened the journal, remembering the little conversation we had.

“Only you can read this. I wrote this for you to read.” Her smile, it was there, but it held no enthusiasm. It was sad, almost desperate.

“I don’t why you’re exactly giving this to me.” I replied to her. “I don’t read.”

I saw her expression soften into something sadder. I was going to tell her to give it to Zayn, since he liked to read, but something stopped me. “I know.” She looked at the journal in my hand. “That’s exactly why I’m giving this to you.”

Her reason really didn’t make sense to me. I stared at the leather bind. It was slightly worn, as if it was a few years old and she had a hard time taking care of it. My nose scrunched up, smelling the paper as I opened it to the first page. It was a sketch of a girl. I recognized it as her, only I remembered her having slightly longer hair.

I didn’t stare for too long, I turned to the next page. I blinked as I took in the cursive handwriting. It was small, but legible.

This is a journal, ha, way to state the obvious, idiot. Funny, I don’t know what to write. I have so much I want to say, but yet I don’t know how to write it down. Maybe I can write a story.

Yeah, I’ll do that. This is about a girl named Lacy. This is her story…

Seeing how I wasn’t a reader, this took me almost an hour for me to read. Well, I’m exaggerating on that note, but it did take me a few moments. “Oi, Niall!” I looked up, seeing Liam bent over slightly behind me.

“Sup?” I asked.

“Bus is making a pit stop. You hungry?”

My stomach growled at the mentioning of food. I closed the journal, standing up. “Ey, don’t even think about walking away from that mess. We don’t want to pick it up.” Liam pointed a finger at me.

I pouted some, turning around to look at the stuff. I almost threw the journal back in the pile of stuff, but froze. I stuck the book in my back pocket, bending down to pick up the mess I made and throw it back in the box. I stuck it in the closet, closing the door, ready to leave now. The bus finally came to a stop, ready to let us roam around for a bit. I grabbed my favorite hat with my name on it, following the boys out of the bus.

I could feel the weight of the small book in the bum of my jeans, making me think of the first few words I’ve read. I hated to read, but I figured I’d give this ‘Lacy’ story a chance. Who knows, maybe it’ll have a better plot line than the only other book I’ve read: To Kill A Mockingbird. Man, was that book a joke.

Hopefully this book held a reason for me to read.

Notes

Be warned. This story isn't really your typical 1D (or Niall Horan in this case) fan-fiction. There won't be much romance, but Niall will experience a life-changing experience throughout this story. The idea of something like this has been with me for a while, but i wasn't sure which 1D boy to use. Ha, Niall was perfect! You know, because he doesn't read...

I don't know. I hope this story turns out well.