Being Told You're Beautiful

Simply divine

*Hane's POV*

We ended up at a beach, after driving around for about two hours. Figured there was less chance of Niall being recognised.  

The weather had cleared up a bit, it was no longer raining, just a damp greyness had settled in the air.

It was nice though. We only saw dog walkers.

"This whole famous boyband thing is a bit inconvenient huh?" I joked as we strolled nearby the sea, our footprints just far enough from the waves to be saved from being washed away. High tide would come soon though.

He bit his lip, worried. At what?

"Yeah, it can be. I hope it doesn't bother you too much though, I mean it's part of who I am now and I can't help it and I've tried really hard so far and-" he was rambling, aw.

"Hey, hey Niall calm down. Sssh. I was joking silly!" He huffed and stuck his tongue out at me.

Oh how hot he looked. I just wanted to-

No, Hane. Refrain yourself. You only met him yesterday, you shouldn't even be here today.

But I didn't meet him yesterday. I mean, sure, I 'met' him but I knew him for three months before that and he hasn't hurt me once.

(My mind was yelling contradictions at itself, in case this wasn't clear)

But that gives you no right to treat him like your boyfriend! In fact, you shouldn't! You know how your last 'relationship' ended up!

"Hane!"  

"Huh?" 

"You zoned out. You okay?" 

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Um I'm fine, sorry, yeah." My thoughts scrambled to reassemble themselves. Niall was close to me. Very close.

Brilliantly close. So close I could almost taste him. So close.

He looked me straight in the eye. "Hane, answer me honestly. Are you okay?"

"Honestly Niall, I'm fine, I was just thinking, that's all! You don't need to worry about me" I laughed, hoping to distract him. No, it wasn't an honest answer, but what person can honestly say they're okay?

And I could have sworn I heard him mumble "but I do worry about you". I brushed it from my mind. He shouldn't - no, he wouldn't - worry about me.

He was still close to me. His eyes were scanning my face, taking every bit of it in.

I didn't want him to do that. 

Then he'd see all my flaws. 

My freckles. The bags under my eyes. My scars from childhood. My scars from spots. My childlike rosy cheeks, my pale skin. My uneven lips, the tiredness in my eyes.

"Don't do that" I whispered.

Why in mouldy blueberries did I whisper? WHISPER?

W H I S P E R ? !

Seriously, brain, get yo act togevva.

He looked confused. "Do what?"  

I replied, "look at me like that. I feel like I'm being examined"

His eyes clouded over with something unexplainable for a moment, before his cheeky, cocky smirk was back.

"Well, if I can't do that, then can I do this?" He breathed, gradually moving closer and closer and closer and ... closer ... and ... closer... Until he kissed me.

Again.

And unf (the only way to explain it, try saying it out loud. SEE IT EXPLAINS IT HUH HUH HUH), how perfect it was. I had little experience in this field, so almost everything was completely new, and therefore more magical to me.