*I am SO sorry for making you all wait. I really am but inspiration just came to me in the shower tonight. Strange, I know, but effective. So, without further ado, enjoy :)*
My POV~~
I sat down at the kitchen table with a bowl of Cheerios, turning on my phone to Twitter. Somehow I gained over 10,000 follwers from one picture of me and Harry attempting to balance 5 chocolate chip cookies on our noses. I won.
I messaged Emily back, saying I missed her too with a heart, and scrolled through hilarious pictures of people doing stupid things, like attemtping to ride a water slide in a lawn chair. Seriously? Do you, like, not have a girlfriend?
The cushion deepened next to me. I looked over to see Niall, sitting there. He smiled at me, like a child guilty of stealing a cookie and got away with it.
"Hey Nialler," I greeted him, scooping a spoonful of Cheerios.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks, threading his fingers together.
"Sure Niall," I said, putting my spoonful of ceral into my mouth.
"Will you go on a date with me?" He blurted.
I chocked on my Cheerios. "Wha?" I mumbled, spiting pieces of Cheerios on to the table. I wiped them up with my sleeve.
"Will you go on a date with me?" He repeated, still smiling brightly.
Holy crap on a cracker! Niall James Horan asked me, a nobody from Florida, on a date! I nodded excitedly. "Yes I will."
A huge grin spread across his face. "Okay, wear something comfortable to walk in," Niall explained, jumping up from the table.
"Wait what?" I grabbed his sleeve, stopping him. "We're leaving now?"
"Yeah, in like 15 minutes," Niall said glancing down at his watch.
"Oh crap," I cursed under my breath. I scoop one last spoonful of Cheerios, dumped the bowl in the sink, and dashed into the bedroom closet where my clothes are.
The boys took my shopping in New York since I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. I shouldn't say just a change of clothes though. More an entire wardrobe. From long flowing skirts to stylish tops to fashionable shoes.
I decided on an a glittery, silver top with loose blue jeans and navy blue converese. I threw on a black leather jacket to complete the look. I brushed out my hair and threw it up in a low ponytail.
I met Niall outside the bus. He wore a matching leather jacket, white jeans, and red converese. He turned when he heard the door open.
"Hey Mac," he greeted, taking my hand. "Ready to go?"
I nodded, barely able to hold my excitement. I've never been on a date before and now I'm going on one with Niall Horan!
"Are we flying?" I asked, pointing to the sky.
"No, sorry, where we're going we'll be seen if we fly. We're using Louis's car."
"Cool," I said, even though I'm mildly disappointed. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see," Niall smiled, guiding me to Louis's sleek blue convertible.
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(still)My POV~~
"Where do you want to go next?" Niall asked, showing me the map of the aquarium.
"Oh, how about the Pilot Whales?" I asked, pointing to a section on the far left side.
"Anywhere you want," Niall said, taking my hand in his as we walked towards the Pilot Whale exhibit.
In a few minutes we reached the exhibit. I sat on the ground, legs crossed, in front of the tall glass. I stared up in awe as long, graceful mammals swim in circles around and around the tank.
Niall sat down next to me, legs crossed as well. "You really love animals, don't you?"
I nodded. "There's something about them that attracts my absolute attention. Maybe their abilty to not care about religion or politics and make choices with instinct."
Niall let out a low whistle. "That's deep babe."
I giggled. A whale stopped in front of me, as if starring at me. I placed a hand on the glass like you see little girls do all the time. Niall placed his hand on mine. I looked over to him. His blue eyes met mine, shining from the blue light from the water.
"You know, the eyes of a Pilot Whale are nothing compared to yours," Niall compliemented.
I broke the connection to find my blushing self. "That's really sweet."
With two fingers under my chin, he tilted my face towards his. His soft hand rested on my cheek, making my face burn. He leans in. Our foreheads touch. I feel his heated breath on my lips.
He closed the distance, our lips meeting, soft and slow. It was passionate and loving. Sparks ignited and it felt like my whole body was on fire. I cupped his face in my hands, deepening the kiss.
He pulls away. I didn't want him to though. I open my eyes to see blue ones starring back.
"Niall, you're my first kiss," I tell him, staring into those blue pools.
He smiles, looking surprised. "Really? I figure a beautiful girl like you would have hundreds of guys wanting to kiss you."
I shrug my shoulders.
Niall puts his hand on mine. "Let's get out of here and I'll make another first of yours."
I didn't undertand at first. And then I realized and my insides tiggled. I nodded and he helped me stand up. He took my hand again and lead me back to the car.
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