I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move

Chapter 5: Table Talk?

I don't know why I let him in. Maybe it was because his voice impairs my judgement....

"Woah! Bedhead!" He laughed at me. 

"Its not my fault you came over unannounced," I teased, "How did you know which apartment was mine anyways?"  I sounded way too american, I could tell by the way he had to decode my sentences. 

"It wasn't hard," he said inbetween sips of coffee, "I just went into the main office and asked which flat the american girl lived in." 

I made an annoyed grunt-type sound. 

"What?" He got confused rather easily, it was so cute. 

"I'd rather not be associated with  the hell-hole from where I came.." I never really thought anyone could hate america other than me, but at least he kind of understood why. 

"They are too one-track minded over there, you are too complex for that." 

I was not sure if he was meaning it in the way that I took it, but I felt like an idiot over in america. Boys never cared about my brain even though that is what I like most about myself. I teared up a bit, "Thank You." 

I finished my coffee and omlet and I half-sprinted back to my room. I threw on a t-shirt and jeans, combed my hair into a messy pony-tail and threw on a sloppy coat of mascara. 

When I walked out of my room Niall was looking at my record collection. 

"You have crazy good tast in music!" He sounded so excited "I really can't believe you found all this on vinyl!" 

"I have a firm belief that EVERYTHING sound better on vinyl." I found it amazing how passionate he was about music. It was like I was about writing. 

"So do you not want to hang out?" His question shocked me.

"Of course I do, why?" I was confused, he should not even want to hang out with me.

"Well you never texted me and you didn't sound like you wanted to let me in." He sounded pretty offended and then I started feeling bad, and then it started again. Word vomit.

"I was embarassed and I didn't think you really wanted to talk to a girl whose first encounter with you was cover in coffee and I honestly though I would seem really annoying if I texted you first, and desperate, and crazy, which I probably sound like I am now. I am far too normal to be seen with someone as cool as you and it would like upset the world social balance. . . " I took a deep breath and he started laughing extremely hard.

I could feel my face turning scarlet. . .

"Thats why I like you. You are real, and normal, contrary to popular belief the lad and I are normal. Its actually really refreshing to meet someone who is compltely themself around me."

I should have known that. I am an idiot.

"Lets hang out today!" He smirked excitedly

"And do what?" I asked curious.

"Let me give you the grand tour of London." He looked very suspicious, and it made me nervous....