Nobody Compares

Chapter Twenty-Three- Happy and Sad Are the Same

"I like this one," he said as a joke. He held up a really, really, REALLY small bikini. He gave a cheeky smile, and a laugh.

"There is no way in hell I would ever wear that!" I eventually picked out a light, sparkly, blue one. It was a one peice, that came with a jacket for the water. It was a suit, basically. The bathing suit went down like a 'V' and had a see through all above it. It was interesting.

We quickly checked our stuff out, and walked out of the supermarket talking about that lady who uses the blue tampons. "Niall!" I said between laughter. "Your menstrual cycle requires a lot!" I tried to say it seriously, but it came out as a joke.

When we got home I tried to put everything away, but when I got to the plates I couldn't reach the last empty compartment. I stood on my tip-toes to put it in, but I couldn't. I tried one more time, but soon a pair of hands were on my waist. I turned to see Niall, grabbing the plate from me and putting it up above me. It was the simple action almost every love movie had, but it made your heart flutter, and to me, it did.

"Niall," I whispered. I turned around when he put the plate up.

He bit his quivering lower lip. "Yeah?"

I took a deep breath. I knew I already went through this this morn, but I needed him. "I think I love you." I just hoped he said it back. It was just 3 helpless words with a big meaning. The word 'I' is meaningless. The word 'love' is more important, but not to important. 'You' is just normal, but when the three combine it is incredible.

'I love you' is like elements. When you fuse Helium and Phosphorus, you get Chlorine, a deadly gas. When combining 'I' and 'love' and 'you', three helpless words, you get a huge reaction. Such as a deadly gas. In my case, my chlorine is Niall responding to my 3 helpless words. [A/N Dear mum, now I don't know how the hell I get a fucking 60 in science when ^ OBVIOUSLY I known about all that shit. Just no. Fuck that creepy ass science teacher. He gave me a 60 cause he knows I know he has a Twitter.]

If Niall could tell me he loves me when I'm asleep he can do it to my face - right? "Do you, do you like me back?" The feeling this anxiousness caused me made me wanna write a song about it. Let me pray Gemma packed my song book with a pen, just pray.

He took a deep breath, and backed out of our embrace. I prepared myself for a 'no', but I decided to wait. Wait til he responds. Just wait. "I don't like you back, Piper." My breath hitched in my throat. I wanted to stab myself. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. "I- I love you. I really really love you. I have loved you since you asked me if I was the one who sang So Sick on the X-Factor. I have been in love with you since I first saw you." I looked at him. His glossy eyes told truth.

"Really?" I expected him to laugh in my face, and scream "Of course not! You're ugly, and fat, and worthless! I could so WAY better." But he didn't.

"Yes, it's true. When you sleep I sing to you, and always whisper I love you, because I don't want you to wake up and think I don't. I didn't tell you before, or this morning because I was scared."

I wrapped my hands around his waist. Warmth seemed to slip off him and enter my body. He loved me. This. He loved me. "Anyway, I have to ask you something," he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my body. "Will you be mine? Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I've been waiting for that question since you first kissed me." He smiled, and hugged me. It was a sibling like love, but it felt like it was more than that. I looked up, and looked into his big, blue, beautiful eyes. He leaned, down and for the first time I kissed him not as Piper, but as his girlfriend. Such an honor.

"What do you want for dinner?" I opened the pantry door, as my boyfriend hugged me from behind. My boyfriend. Oh, it was so wonderful!

"I want ... you." I looked over my shoulder to his face, which my shoulder held up. He cheekily smiled. "Okay, mac and cheese."