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

Chapter 6: Are We There Yet?

We walked downstairs and headed out to his car. When I got in it smelled like coffee which made me giggle.

"What?" He was looking at me like I was crazy.

"Im sorry your car still smells like coffee, I feel awful." I felt bad, but I was trying to poke fun at myself for being so clumsy that way I didn't feel so down about it.

"It is funny though," he laughed a bit, "I am glad you are finally coming around."

"What do you mean?" I was sort of jammed up.

"Well you were just really, I dunno, uptight. . . " He was searching for words.

I decided to explain myself.

"Where I used to live being clumsy and having a tendency to say too much, and me in my pajamas just was part of my lack of allure." I took a deep breathe, "I didn't have many friends, especially not boys, the avoided me at all costs. I would love to get to know you as a person, but honestly who you are known to be in the public eye intimidates me. . ."

"Wow." He just kept driving. So I stared out the window for what seemed like forever.

"Thank you. . "

"hmm?" I was zoned out.

"For being honest, and for wanting to get to know me for me. Its hard sometimes, a lot of girls are just interested in money, or the title of 'band-members girlfriend' or friend or whatever. They just want to know me because I am in 1D, it kills me sometimes. Its hard to know the difference."

"Im so sorry. It has to be rough in that aspect. If it makes any difference I admire how you are dealing with the adversity and living your dream." I smiled.

He parked the car. I recognized where we were. It was a helter skelter.

"I noticed your collection of Beatles records, and your shirt today and I figured we would take a Beatles tour." I was stunned and so fucking excited!

"No fricken way! Niall are you trying to seduce me? I mean this is a dream, I love them."

He was laughing, hard.

"You crack me up!" He kept giggling.

"Well its not my fault they are rock gods!" I started laughing too, he had this sort of charm about him, his laugh was contagious and the way this beautiful boy noticed things about me that no one else cared to and found it endearing was unbelievable to me.

We walked up to the gate and I hurried up and paid my tab before he could. He was a gentlemen which was something I was not used to. I did not want him to feel used, I just like him. . . not what he symbolized.

"Why did you do that?!" He sounded kind of mad.

"I wanted to. . " I didn't mean to upset him.

"Its my treat alright? Do not feel guilty about letting me pay. . for EVERYTHING we do today, its my treat." He said with force. I could tell being proper was something he took very seriously.

"Im sorry, I am just not used to it. . . but if it is that important I will let you." I did not want to insult him it was so rough to let anyone do anything for me, I have always been so independent.

We walked to the top in an awkward silence and when I saw how high up we were I instantly got woozy.