What.
Just happened.
I, Esme Rose Harris, was bumping cars with Niall James Horan. "You're a horrible driver!" He yelled at me. "Look who's talking!" I laughed, slamming into him.
I was dreaming.
And Matt was stalking me. WHY ISN'T HE WATCHING OUR BOOTH?
My smile faded as he tried to play coy, hiding behind some old guy. The cars stopped, queuing that the ride was over and everyone started to leave. "Please oh please tell me you're a roller coaster girl." Niall said as we walked out. "Hell yeah! But of course they have crappy kid friendly ones here." I sighed, pointing to the "Happy Happy Whale Coaster!"
Whale Coaster, really.
"Maybe we'll go on a date to six flags soon." He smiled at me. Asdfghjkl, he said date. D a t e! "Now that's what I like to call a date. Not some restaurant and movie shit." I agreed. "God, I think I'm in love." He joked. Please, please be. Alright I'm creepy.
"Ooo, corn dogs." I mumbled, walking over to the cute corn dog man. Not like cute, I'm going to date him cute. More like look at his cute corn dog hat and shirt, cute. "I got this. Two corn dogs, please?" Niall stepped in front of me. "No fair, I already took out my twenty!" I complained, showing him my money.
"I'll possibly allow you get the next one, maybe...not really, but keep hope, Essie." He laughed. Awe, he's so adorable. I had a feeling today was going to be a good day. I looked behind me, sensing a pair of eyes glued to me. And I was sure in hell right. Matt and now David were standing a good forty feet away, pretending to mind there own business.
"And you don't like my friends?" Niall said, noticing them too. "Harry's retarded for going back with Chloe, Louis' a douche ass bitch, but I enjoy the rest. And my friends are cool, just super protective because you are a soccer jock." I explained. "And you're a football jock! Better known as jockateers-- Liam made that up, he's a weird kid." He pointed out.
"He is, isn't he." I nodded. "Your corn dogs." The cute man said, handing us out hot dog on a stick. "I love sunsets." I grinned at the view, peeking over the rides. "Really? How 'bout we get a better view, hmm?" He asked, grabbing my hand and taking me to god knows.
We stopped at the Ferris wheel and he bought two tickets. "Seriously, money doesn't grow on trees! I can pay for my self." I argued as we went to sit. The Ferris wheel was quite big, but we snagged a empty one for ourselves. "And I will never let you, so to bad so sad." He stuck his to hue out at me.
I sighed at folded my arms to my chest as the Ferris wheel started to move. "So tell me, what do you want to do after high school?" He asked. "Photographer. I want to travel after my first semester and just make a portfolio. How about you?" I asked him.
"Don't laugh. Please, don't. But I've secretly wanted to be a singer. And of course that's never gonna happen so I'm leaning towards lawyer." He said, scooting closer and closer to me.
"A singer? THAT COULD TOTALLY HAPPEN. Sing for me, pleeeease." I begged. "No way, I haven't even sang in front of my friends!" He refused. "Pwease." I gave him the puppy dog face.
"Maybe if you let me take you out on a proper date somtime." He bargained. Yes. Y e s. YES.
"Sure, but you have to pinky promise." I held out my pinky. He smiled and locked our pinky's, sealing it with a kiss. Butterflies filled my stomach when he looked up and inched closer to my face.
"I promise." He whispered before slowly kissing me. His lips were soft and...plump. Yeah, plump.
SHITTY SHIT I WAS KISSING NIALL.
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