CHANGE

I am back

After a while, we went home to Niall. First I thought that his house would be changed, just like him. For my suprise, it was not. The old swing where we always hung out was still there. I remember swinging higher and higher with Niall by my side.

The little red tree house, the broken sandbox and of course the almost broken post house.

He took my hand, smiling his ridiculouse smile. He led me to the swing. We sat down. The sun warmed my back while birds twittered.

It was kind of funny, since he always checked his back. Not to mention pulling his cap down. I do not believe he is that famous.

"So, am I allowed to ask you how it was in France?" He laughed and as crazy as I am, I laughed too. "Sure, it was unbelieveble. The trip made everything a lot more easy to handle. Thank you." I said. He looked like questionmark..

"Why do you thank me? What?" He asked, how ridiculous. "Because, I would never have went if it were not for your support" My answer turned him a little serious. This time, he gave me a seriously smile. My heart jumped.

He stared at me. I stared at him. He actually had really beautiful eyes.

Then all of a sudden!

"Let us go inside, should we?" He said and stood up. What a ridiculouse boy.

I remember his room and all the posters of bands I never knew. I remember how he much he wanted to be on a stage. But, singing? And now, he is? In One Direction. This is so strange.

"Where are your parents?" I asked. He laughed, of course.
"Mom and dad are on a vacation, in Spain" he said.

"Let's make some food!" He said. "Anything you want?"
"Hmm.. How about pancakes?" I said, thinking back to the days where we made pancakes every sunday.
That made him break into a fit of laughter!

We used like 2 hours on the pancakes. Niall had to turn each one of them in the air which was a cause for a lot of mess. We were only able to make 4 pancakes!
But, I had a great time.

After eating I ran into his old room. He tried to stop me. His walls was still covered by posters of The Beatles, Katy Perry and jennifer Lopez. I remember listening to their songs while dancing the chicken dance. (I guess, I had a little ridiculouse humor too)

Later on we sat down on the couch.
"So, what movie would you like to watch?" He asked, now a little mire serious.
"Do I actually have to answer that? There is only one movie that can truly make you feel the action." I answered, hoping he had not forgotten...
"Okay. Well, Titanic it is"

In the end of the movie he sat right up to me. I almost cried my eyes out. Leaning my head on his shoulder.

The TV turned black. The movie was over. Niall put his arm around me. I turned my head against him. He looked straight into my eyes. Did not even blink. I looked at him. At his beautiful eyes. His red cheeks. His little freckles.

I could smell his perfum with a mix of pancakes. He moved his hands. The first one to my back, the other to my cheek. He kissed me, I kissed him. His soft lips. All I could think of was him. And him only.

As th kisses got more intense, he kissed my neck. Suddenly his shirt was of, as well as mine. We layed down on the couch. I in his arms. We kissed for a long time. Then we fell a sleep.