"i love you too" cuddling him tighter,
The way he hugs you sends you into your own little world. the soft sound of his heartbeat beating against his ribcage calms you down. You know he's a little older and you know that eventually he is going to want to take things further, but you just don't feel ready at the minute and you're completely shocked by how amazing he is about it. This is why you love him. As you enjoy the rest of your mini break getting to know Niall's family, you start to realise that for once you feel like you belong. In the past things haven't been easy for you. You've had self confidence problems and although you haven't been bullied, you in yourself don't believe how beautiful you actually are. It is so amazing to have his family compliment you and what he says just fills you with happiness.
*once back at yours*
As you've been out of the country for a bit you haven't checked your twitter so once inside you check your mentions.
"SHE'S A WHORE!"
"WTF ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM"
"YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM!" are trawlled through your mentions. By now you're getting used to the hate and the rassurance from the nice fans always makes you feel slightly better but you always remember the bad ones. Niall always tells you to forget about it because it's 'just you two that matter' but it's getting hard not to believe them.
*20th july*
You've been text Niall all day but he's been acting really blunt with you. There's been no 'xoxoxox' on the end of the texts and he's used no smilies.
"Babe, have I done something wrong" you ask
"no"
"Then why are you acting off with me?"
"i'm not being off with you, i've just got stuff on my mind"
"Like what?"
"nothing"
God you hate it when you ask people what's wrong and they don't tell you.
"Well i'm here if you wanna talk about it"
"I don't" he replies
"whatever Niall, i'm trying to help you and it's obvious you don't trust me enough to tell me what's going on"
He doesn't reply, you throw your phone on your bed in a fit of anger. All these horrible thoughts run through your mind 'is he going to break up with me?' or 'is this the end?' You can't help feeling like this, you've never had a proper boyfriend. You end up crying into your pillow at the thought you may loose him. Suddenly, your phone rings up with Niall's ringtone...
You sniff as you answer 'Hello" you say
"i'm so sorry" he says, his voice quivers as you wipe away your tears, he begins to speak. "it's not you babe, it's me" .... those word, those damn words, please no? please no? you repeat in your mind....
