She's Not Afraid

Hope You Understand

~Nikkita's POV~

I woke up as Niall's body was wrapped around mine, except I didn't try to escape as most people would. I turned facing him as I woke him up with my hair.

"What the fu- HEY BABY!" He wrapped his arms around my lower waist pulling me closer.

"Sorry I woke you up." I apoligised.

"It's fine, princess. Only your aloud to wake me up, ever." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as he kissed my cheek.

Me being a smooth teenager, I moved the kiss to my lips. I pulled his face closer to mine as he attempted to get away because he was laughing.

He had to use his whole strength to be able to get a centimeter away from my lips. Every couple of times he would get away he would let out a loud laugh, as he would give up and kiss me again.

"You're very controlling lately. I like it." He kissed me one last time before rolling me off him. "SHIT! ITS 1 O'CLOCK! I NEED TO GO TO REHEARSALS! HERE'S THE KEYS! LOCK UP WHEN YOU LEAVE! I'LL COME GET YOU LATER!" He screamed as he begun running to the door.

"NO GOODBYE KISS FOR ME THEN!?" I teased as he locked the door, dead locking himself out.

A couple seconds later I heard knocking at the door, I opened it as a puffed out Niall pulled my face closer to his, kissing me passionately. He smirked as he looked into my eyes.

"I love you Nikkita." He said, sounding like it was a promise he was making.

"I love you to Niall." I cupped his jaw as I lightly kissed him. "Now go or you will be late." I smacked his chest playfully as he ran towards the car, starting the engine.

I stood in the door frame of the front door as I watched him speed off. Realising paparazzi were taking photos of me, with no pants on, out front of Niall's house.

I quickly slammed the door shut. Running to his bedroom and chucking on some blue and white striped denim jeans and a Nirvana shirt. With a my favourite leather jacket of course, with leather black ankle cut boots.

I quickly brushed through my knotted, blonde hair with a comb.

I raced out the door as I sprinted down the street away from the flashing cameras. I got in a taxi as I asked the driver to take me to my favourite cafe!

As I paid for my taxi I walked into the cafe, of course noticed by screaming fans and paparazzi.

"NIKKITA!"

"OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU!"

"I SHIP YOU AND NIALL SO HARD!"

"HOW IS NIALL!?"

"NIALL'S MINE BACK OFF!"

"YOU DONT DESERVE HIM BITCH!"

In between every screaming girl there was about 10 different photos being snapped. I tried to lock half decent but due to the rush of getting here and the crowd I was in, no luck. I looked horrible.

By now I had become smart enough to ignore it all. I was still a bit confused as to how they knew I was here though. I soon figured that the paparazzi from Niall's house had listened to where I had told the taxi driver I was going.

Twitter fangirls had found the tweets from the paparazzi and 'got the girls' down as soon as they could. My newsfeeds were full of messages. Not just messages from fans who 'love' me though, I got my fair amount of hate, as did Harriet, Cher, Perrie and Eleanor.

Harriet seemed to get more than Cher because Cher and Harry's relationship hasn't really been on full display yet. Perrie got some but I think she had a little but more respect because she was in little Mix, so a lot of the directioners liked her music too. Eleanor got a lot. Except she was good about it, it never really got to her.