Loved You First

Ch. 8 I Just Don't Want You To Get Hurt

Within 40 minutes Becky had somehow called Niall against my will and asked him to tag along. My dad had freely given me my 'emergency' credit card seeing as Niall was involved. We were at the mall in my favorite dress boutique. Niall had not made on useful 'boys opinion' like Becky had hoped. None that I had already taken in mind, anyway. His company was nice though. It was almost like old times, except for the heavy tension that lay in the air.

" What about this one?" Niall asked about a strapless purple dress.

" I doubt I could pull it off." I commented. I wasn't fat but I also wasn't skinny. Niall always told me that if I looked at my body that way I would end up being bulimic. I didn't believe him. The dress was beautiful, it almost intimidated me.

" Why not? Your trying it on." He stated grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the fitting rooms. I was almost afraid he would run into the stall with me by the determination he displayed on his face. He didn't though t he might as well should have since he didn't even bother sitting down on the waiting chairs. He stood right beside the thin wooden layer separating us, tapping his foot anxiously. The dress fit perfectly. I loved it, I just wasn't sure it looked good on me. I struggled to put the zipper up shuffling in the cramped area.

" You okay? How does it fit?" He asked eagerly.

" Okay I guess, I can't zip it." I say.

" Open the door Ill help you." It was more of an order than a question. I complied holding the dress up. I was afraid he could see my panties from up there. I prayed to God you couldn't.

Nialls P.O.V

My hands linger towards S's waist tugging the zioline together. Her skin was soft.i couldn't help myself and peek down. I could see her hot pink panties. I chuckle to myself.

" Don't force it, I don't want my fat ass to rip it." Her voice trembles.

I keep guiding the zipper up.

" Your not fat," I laugh.

" Sure." She replies unsure.

I had to warn her. I wanted to warn her about Harry. Even though I love her, I want her to be happy and if that means being with someone else then so be it. But I did have to warn her about Harry's layer of a ways. I didn't want her to get hurt.

I clear my throat. " Listen about Harry," I start as I finish zipping her up.

" I don't want you to get hurt" I state. She turns around to look at me.

" Why would I?" She asks confused.

" Harry has a reputation." I say simply. She suddenly nods her head understanding

" He wouldn't hurt me," She assures me.

" How do you know that?" I ask.

She open her mouth to say something but nothing come out. She loses her words stuttering. She doesn't know, she likes him way to much to see him like that. Whenever S sets her mind on something she doesn't change her mind. That's just her stubborn nature.

" You don't." I say harshly. " You don't know that he won't hurt you," I repeat.

She shakes her head in denial. " Whatever. I can take care of myself, okay Nialler?" I smile at the use of my nickname back.

" Okay." I sigh. " Now turn around for me." I say twirling her around. The dress fits her perfectly. I gasp, the side my mouth dropping. She looks beautiful.

" How does it look?" She giggles.

" It a- it looks a-" I stutter. Her face drops.

" You don't like it." She sighs. My eyes widen.