She's Not Afraid

Chapter 15: Seeing You Again

Maggie: It was almost Christmas. In fact the director had just yelled cut and had called us over in a group. "You guys," he said, a smile on his face, "It's Christmas. Go home, enjoy yourself." The case of going home wasn't happening for me. I was staying here, spending time with Niall. In fact, he had asked me to join his family for Christmas Eve. My own family had told me they would come by Christmas Day and we would be spending Christmas together. My parents had thought it would be better that I wasn't home on the biggest party night of the year.

I walked back to my room, changing and climbing into bed. Tomorrow I would see Niall. I fell asleep to excitment coursing through my veins like blood.

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The next day I woke up and litterally jumped out of bed. I had to be ready to pick up Niall. I still had two hours before his plane even landed (as long as there were no delays or setbacks) and I was going to use ever minute of it. I showers, blow dried my hair to perfection, curled it, pulled the fronts back and put a bright red clip in the back. I did my makeup; foundation, creamy red lips, black liquid eyeliner, and enough mascara to kill a small animal. I got dressed in a cute red pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a bright red blazer. Then I strapped on a pair of heels and left.

Niall: As I flew, the only thing in my mind was seeing Maggie. I could only imagine her right now, aside from the recent pictures I'd seen in magazines. She had told me the movie was close to the end. I couldn't wait. I played through my music, listening to all the songs that reminded me of her on repeat. I really was starting to think I loved her. I just didn't know how to say it.

Maggie: I stood by where his flight would get off, my heart pounding. I watched as person after person got off. There were people all around me, I think maybe waiting for the same person as me. Finally he came through. I ran forward, smiling. Niall didn't miss a beat, turning to face me and wrapping his arms around me, lifting me into the air and spinning me around as if I weighed nothing. I pressed my lips to his, letting the moment sink into its famliarity and happiness. "I missed you," Niall whispered when we finally pulled apart.

"I missed you too," I whispered. I kissed him again, not leaving room for words. I heard someone behind me break into tears. I broke away and laughed, not being able to stop myself. The crying faded away as though she was being lead away. As we walked out Niall took a few pictures with girls. I just stood in the background, letting the world soak in around me. I was happy. I had missed him.

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We were sitting in my room, laying next to each other, watching a movie on my laptop. One of my favorites of all time, Greese. When I was a kid, I wanted to be Sandra Dee so bad. Now Niall sat, his arms wrapped around me and I realized I had it better. I looked up at Niall, who's lips moved as John Trevolta sang about how amazing Greese Lightning was. I smiled. His thing was music, my thing was acting, I guess musicals really were the way to go.

"This is such a great movie," Niall said.

"I know. I was obsessed with it when I was a kid," I said.

"Me too," Niall said, "I loved to sing along to it."

"Yeah. I've never been much of a singing girl myself. Although when I was 12 I got an offer from a friend. I did a few songs but it never really went anywhere big," I said.

"Sweet. When I was 12 I was getting noogies from Brandon Coal," Niall said. I laughed.

"Yeah. I guess I never was part of the whole bullying thing. Thank God!" I said.

"Amen to that," Niall said, popping a piece of microwave popcorn into his mouth.

"I mean unless you count the time I was in Cheer Squad. In that movie I was acting as a victim of High School drama slash bullying. I got the hot guy anyway though," I said, smiling. I had been fourteen when I did that movie.

"I know," Niall blurted, his eyes going wide as though he had revealed something, "I mean, uh, I found out from a friend of mine."

"You went to go see a Chick Flick huh?" I asked, pausing the movie and getting out my best HaHa look I had. I smiled crockedly.

"No, psh, why would I do that?" Niall asked, clearly faking. For dating me he was a really bad actor.

"Niall," I said, "We all have our guilty pleasures. How many of these Chick Flicks did you see?"

"Um, not a ton. I mean only, um, uh, the uh, ones with, uh, well, you," Niall said.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean I've kinda had a crush on you since I was 11," Niall said.

"Really?" I asked, smiling, "You liked me even then?"

"Yeah. I mean, you were really cute," Niall said. He was nervous. I kissed him, letting my fingers run through his hair.

"That is the best thing anyone has ever said to me," I whispered.

"Really?" Niall asked, clearly surprised. And realived.

"Are you kidding. Everyone calls me hot or sexy. No one has ever told me I was cute or said they liked my first movie. I always thought they only liked my new stuff because I was able to show a little skin," I said. Niall blushed.

"To tell you the truth, I've liked everything you've done. I really, really have," he said. I kissed him, never feeling better in my whole life.