That one blonde boy...

I love you

Greg has finished his surgery and is now in recovery. Niall has started speaking again. Maura and Bobby want to repay me in any way possible but I keep telling them that being with them is enough. My sister Jade and Greg have seemed to hit it off and even though Greg is on strict bed rest he still is flirting like a pro. Niall and I are sitting on the floor in the corner, holding hands, watching everyone socialize I forgot to mention my “sister” Jade’s mom and dad came to show their respect and are in deep conversation with Maura and Bobby. I feel like someone is watching me and I turn to see Niall staring at me intently. He comes back from his gaze and looks me in the eye. I smile and lay my head on his lap, as he strokes my head softly and discretely. We were there for about 7 hours until a nurse that looks rather mean comes in and tells us visiting hours are over. We all say our goodbyes to Greg, walking in an odd line towards him for goodbyes and hugs Once I reach him I lean down to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, he whispers in my ear, “Thank you Chris, it means a lot to me. You saved my life after knowing me for one day. Take care of my little bro, and your sister is so hot. Oh I almost forgot nice bra” I pull away and notice a smirk on his face and look down as my shirt is white and basically see through. Trust me if he wasn’t in that bed I would’ve hit him so hard. I smile and walk out pulling my sister with me. Niall catches up to me and grabs my hand and whispers in my ear, “Wanna stay over, I can use some company. I need someone to talk to. Also I’m kinda scared of Amy. She’s like a damn ninja.” I turn to Jade and ask her and she says it’s okay as long as we use protection. She earned a slap for that. Jade drove Niall and I to my house so I can pick up some clothes, since my house is about 5 minutes from Niall’s we walk. I was holding my bag while I was on Niall’s back because I told him I was so tired, but really I’m not tired at all. Hehe. Anyway we reach his house and open the door quietly just in case Maura and Bobby went straight to bed once they got home. We went up the stairs past the “crime scene” (Greg’s room) and into Niall’s room which looked messier. I dropped my bag on the floor in the corner and walked straight to his bed. I took my shoes off and laid on his bed. I looked up at Niall to see him still at the doorway smirking.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. It’s just. You made yourself at home, and you’re just so. So beautiful”

“ Awe Niall…….” I replied feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. Niall smiled as he looked down and walked over to his dresser. I was watching him intently as he pulled out a fresh pair of sports shorts. He took off his shirt then his pants and then he put on the sports shorts. He turned around a smirked as he walked to his bed which I was currently laying on, pushed me gently to the other side and climbed in. He looked at me and said the words I’ve been hearing all day but from him the words were no longer JUST words, “Thank You Chris.” I smiled and moved closer to him, gave him a kiss and gently laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head, then quietly said the words that made my heart flutter, “I love you.”

Niall’s POV:

Chris really is something. Without even knowing my family and only meeting them today, she made a decision to donate her blood to my brother. I heard my parents talking about Chris, and how she was ‘made for me’ or some shish. Chris is staying the night and it couldn’t be better. She seems to have made herself at home. I changed into my sports shorts and climbed into bed with her.

“Thank You Chris. For everything you have done for my family after knowing them for like 10 hours.” She just smiled, that very beautiful smile that has taken my breath away since 3rd grade. She moved closer to me and kissed me with those extremely soft lips that I have fallen in love with. She pulled away and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her head. As quietly as I could I whispered the words I’ve wanted to say since 3rd grade.

“I love you”