The Irish Jesus I fell in Love with

Spaghetti, meatballs and a leather jacket

As I walked down the never ending streets of London, Niall’s face kept popping up in my head. Why does he seem so familiar? I’m sure I've never met him before, because, believe me, if a cute guY talked to me I would definitely remember that.

Then why on earth do I feel that I’ve seen him before?

Whatever. I have more pressing matters at hand like the simple question that’s been bugging me for quite some time. It goes something along the lines of where the bloody hell do I sleep?

As I kept walking, I noticed a few guys down the alley. They looked to be a little older than me. Hm, wonder if they could lend get me a place to sleep. Alright, I know what you’re thinking- GASP! You shouldn’t just ask a stranger for a place to sleep. Are you out of your mind? Well, at this point I think I am. I've gone without food for atleast 2 hours, so I'm not really thinking about what I'm doing. Not that I think even when I'm on a full stomach. I'm one of those do first think later kind of person.

“Excuse me?” I asked the guy in the leather jacket. He turned around and all I could think was HOLY COW, that is a lot of piercings. He even had one on his tongue. Ew, how on earth did he eat his food. I mean, wouldn’t spaghetti get stuck in there? A leather jacket guy with spaghetti through his tongue piercing. Huh. Now, that I would pay to watch.

“What did you just say” growled the spaghetti guy.

 Oops, guess I thought that aloud.

“Um, I was just complimenting the er.. piercings that you have,” I fumbled, taking a step back because the guy was coming towards me.

Spaghetti  guy raised his eyebrow. Damn, I’ve always wanted to be able to do that.

“Really? Cuz I thought I heard something about spaghettis in my piercings”.

“What? Psh, no. I was just…er.. never mind. I gotta get going,” I said turning around and wanting to do nothing more with the guy or his friends. And to think that I wanted him to provide me with shelter

“You want me to provide you with shelter?” the guy growled.

Damn girl, why do you keep saying things aloud? 

  “No no. no shelter. Slip of tongue. Sorry.”

“That doesn’t matter because the only shelter you’ll be receiving is a garbage bin when I shove that face of yours down there,” he threatened, slowly backing me to the wall.

“That’s really thoughtful but I don’t want you to go to the pains of doing that. I mean, wouldn’t your..er. manly fingers start stinking?” Oh sweet mashed potatoes, why on earth did I say that?

By now the dude had me trapped between his body and the wall. He put his arms on either side of my head, trapping me in a cage. Wasn’t this supposed to be a romantic gesture, with the guy pinning the girl to the wall and kissing her? But all I could think right now was man, he seriously needs to brush more often.

“Hm, you know. I changed my mind. I wont throw you in a garbage bin,” said the spaghetti guy, his breath fanning over my face. Well, that’s a relief.

“I’m gonna have some fun first and then I’ll throw you in the bin”

Crap, I spoke too soon.

Then it started. God, it was horrible. He started kissing my neck, going lower and lower. Before he could go any further, I kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine and earned a grunt. I pushed him off me and ran as fast as I could.

“Get her! I don’t care if you have to beat her up, but just bring her to me,” I could hear him growl to his friends or meatballs. If you ask me, there was hardly any difference between them.

I could hear the meatballs following me. I willed myself to go faster. I had no idea where I was going. All I knew, was that I had to get away from spaghetti guy and his meatballs.

I ran till I reached a house. I banged on the door.

“Hey! Anywhere in there? I’m about to be eaten by spaghetti and meatballs. Please open the freaking door!” I kept hitting the door and just when I was about to try one more time, it opened to reveal…..

........Niall.

But that wasn’t it. He was holding a knife that was stained with blood.