Give Me Love: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Twelve

~a/n so shit is going dooowwnnn omg like seriously we love you so much like i cant even

i fangirl over you guys

like omg

want story time? ok:) here:) you:) go:)

alrighty so i was shopping with my boyfriend jk i dont have a boyfriend but lets pretend i do:) and i was trying on jeans at the buckle

and this attendant

WOULDNT LEAVE ME ALONE

SHE FUCKING THREW THE WHOLE STORE OVER MY DOOR AND TOLD ME TO FUCKING BUY EVERYTHING

NO

NIGGA IM BROKE

I CAN BARELY BUY A PAIR OF JEANS I DONT WANT EVERYFUCKINGTHING YOU GIVE ME

ALL YOU WANT IS MY MONEY YOU REALLY DONT LOVE ME

~ashtyn :* xxxxx~

Liam's POV:

I was sitting cross legged in the grass with Ella across from me. We were having a picnic in the park. She was dressed in a soft, white, cotton sundress. She was barefoot, and popping grapes~a/n GRAPES YOUR WELCOME ASHLYN~ into her mouth.

She was talking about something, but I wasn't really listening. I was studying her beautiful face. Her eyes sparkled as she talked, and her blonde hair fell in loose curls down her back. The sun shone off of her head, lightening her hair color.

I leaned forward slowly, towards her. She bent in closer, and her eyes fluttered shut. I licked my lips, and pressed them to hers. I felt a drop of water on my forehead. Dammit, it was starting to rain! It was such a beautiful day...why did our date have to be ruined?

More drops fell on my head, and the picture became fuzzy. The image of Ella faded away, and I opened my eyes to see Josie holding an eye dropper with a cheeky grin on her face.

Shit. I was dreaming.

"Morning," she giggled, squeezing the remainder of the water onto my cheeks.

"You little shit! Fuck you, Payne!" I screeched, reaching out. I began to tickle her stomach and sides, and she cried out in laughter.

"Stop!" she gasped. "Don't tickle!"

I continued to tickle her small body, and she shrieked with laughter.

Zayn opened my door, and saw what I was doing to Josie. "Need help?"

"YES!!" she giggled.

"Not you, Josie-Poo!" Zayn said, holding her arms down so I could tickle her without restrain.

She began to laugh so hard tears were streaming down her face. She tried to wiggle from Zayn's grip, but was unsuccessful.

Evan and I used to always tickle Josie when she was little, until Oliver would come to his senses and stop us. Her dad was the one who told me where she was ticklish.

Shit, her dad. Today's the funeral.

I stopped tickling Josie, and Zayn let go of her. She was still laughing, and breathing really hard. She was a good sport about it.

"The funeral is in seven hours," murmured Zayn It was 9:00 already, so it must be at four.

Josie nodded at us. "We should get ready in a couple hours, but until then, we have some time to spend together."

"Can we go get coffee at Starbucks?" asked Zayn. Josie gave him a subtle nod. She slid off of my bed and walked out, presumably to tell the others. Zayn followed close behind her, and even scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder on the way out. I chuckled and pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt.