"Hey Jazmina." Niall сказал(-а) through the phone.
"Hey. How are you?" I responded.
"Good. Hey, uh, I was wondering. Where Ты are."
"I'm on my way back to Simon's house. Where are you?"
"Behind you." he answered.
I stopped and turned around. Niall smiled and hung up his phone. "What were Ты doing?" I asked as he joined me.
"Truthfully I was waiting for you." I smiled. "That's sweet. Thanks."

Niall nodded. "This neighborhood can get a little rough at night." I calmly walk Далее to the popstar as girls shoot me dirty looks. "That stuff doesn't bother you, eh?" he asked. I shrugged. "No. I kind of enjoy it. Like I said, I have never had any girls be jealous of me before. Never really had a Любовь life before."

"So... no one has ever held your hand или kissed Ты before?" I nod sadly. "No one really liked me." Niall falls silent. We reach the house and he reached for the door. "Thanks." I say, coming inside. Louis sees me and Niall and smirks. "So Jazmina, how was your trip to Ireland?" I tilted my head. "Huh?" Niall turns his head away. "Niall didn't snog you?" the jokester continued. "Umm. What does snog mean?" I asked. Niall bolted out of the room. "It means to kiss." Liam explained. My face grew red. "I, um, no. He... he didn't. Why would he?"

Harry stared at me. "Are Ты that oblivious hon?" I looked at him confused. He sighed. "Niall, dear, has fallen head over heels for you. He likes you." I stare in shock. "Hahaha, good joke Harry." I say nervously. He looks at me and then Liam. "It's true. He does fancy Ты quite a lot."

I narrow my eyes. "He knows nothing about me. There is no reason for him to like me." Harry sighed. "You don't know you're beautiful." I stared at him and said, "This isn't a time to start Пение Harry." Louis shook his head. "He means that Ты have never had anyone care about Ты that made Ты feel beautiful." I sat there quietly. There was just no way Niall could like me. Not possible. I shook my head and went to find Niall. I left the boys to watch TV. Now where did that Irish boy go?

"Looking for me?" asked a voice. I smile, turning at his voice. "Hiding from me?" I counter, leaning against the wall.
Niall tilts his head. "Now why would I hide from you?" I crossed my arms. "Because Ты like me." There was pure silence. I raised an eyebrow as Niall looked at me. "Well?" He put his hands in the air. "Okay. Ты got me." I closed my eyes. "You know nothing about me. How can Ты like me?" Niall chuckled. "Jazmine, Ты are getting on my case about liking Ты and not knowing anything about Ты when Ты feel the same about me."

I opened my mouth to object but he held up his hand. "I have seen girls like you. Ты fall for looks first. Then personality. Hell, that's probably why Ты never had a Любовь life. Ты fell for jerks." My eyes widen as he continues. "You are scared to Любовь anyone. Ты don't want your сердце in a million pieces. Ты want someone who won't hurt you. And Ты wonder if that could be me."

I stare at him. So he did know me. "Maybe." I say. He comes over and stands Далее to me. "So..." he whispered. "Would Ты mind if I gave Ты your first kiss?" I blush. Inside, I was terrified. Outside, calm and composed. "I think it would be perfect if Ты were my first kiss." I whispered. Niall smiles and pulls me close to him. Our lips meet softly. It seems like forever before we seperate. I smile. "Wow."

He casually walks away and then pauses. "Maybe we could do that again tomorrow?" I smirk and pass by him. "If you're lucky." I went up to my guestroom and closed the door. Maybe he is the one.