Bruised and Scarred.

Do It Now Remember It Later

[I want to have something interesting to say but I dont so please just tell me what you think of this and share it with anyone you think would like it!]

You know those days where you wake up somewhere that isn’t home and you can smell breakfast and you’re totally confused? Yeah, that’s my day today. “What in the world?” I asked while slowly waking up to the aroma of waffles and fresh fruit. “I thought I’d order in breakfast” Niall said around a mouth full of food, which really sounded like, “I fought I’d owder win bweafest” I shook my head and smiled at that. From there I ate what Niall hadn’t. Which wasn’t much, but it was enough for me now that I’m allowed to get back in shape.

Niall almost convinced me to not go to the gym today. That little Irish son of a gun almost talked me out of it. He said, “Oh, but Jessa I had this beautiful day planned out for just you and me. A day in Paris, wouldn’t you just love that?” To which I responded with, “Am I supposed to melt at your feet or something?” I laughed. I did agree to going out into the city later today only if he let me go to the gym. So here I am running on a treadmill while Niall is benching my weight in weights. There’s basically no one in here besides Niall, myself, and the trainer. I got the lucky treadmill in front of the TV playing the news. Somehow, on French TV the news station at a French hotel is in English, but the script at the bottom is translated to French. Just my luck I guess. The reporter at the moment was at a certain bridge in France talking about locks on it Sounded like something romantic and cheesy, but cute all at the same time. I drowned out the rest of the news until it started saying something about Instagram and Twitter. It talked about One Direction and how much social media attention they get. They also went on to talk about the feud with The Wanted, the bullshit tweet, and how the actual band almost has as many followers as the guys. Then the guy went on to say how fast my Instagram and Twitter were blowing up. I hadn’t even checked it in a few days so I wouldn’t know better I guess. They showed my first picture on Instagram and my tweet-less Twitter page. Basically, they talked about my role as a bodyguard and the recent flight Niall and I took out of the country only yesterday. Apparently someone had seen us walk towards the interrogation room and walk out; they also saw us board the plane. I thought we were being undercover about the whole thing. Someone even managed to see us going into the Hospital and walking out, however they didn’t get any recording or proof that it was us. By this time I had been on the treadmill for a good 35 minutes and Niall was suddenly on the treadmill next to mine focusing on running. That shows where I’ve been this whole time. “I’m going up to take a shower” I announced to Niall. “Here wait up I’ll go with you” he said while rushing to turn off the machine and catch up to me. I laughed and decided to tweet for the first time.

Jessa @the_Jessa_giraffe

Just hit the gym with @NiallOfficial after a month of not being able to lift. Glad to be back.

I had no idea what I was doing so I just sent it and watched as I got reply after reply and re-tweets and mentions. This was way too much for me to take in. Niall smiled at me when he got in the elevator. “What?” I asked confused as to what he was hiding behind his smirk. “Just check Twitter” he said. I did as he said and saw that Niall had replied to my Tweet

 Niall @NiallOfficial

@the_Jessa_giraffe one minute of kissing burns 26 calories. Wanna make-out?

After I read it I slapped his upper arm. “Ow” he faked hurt even though he knew that didn’t hurt. “You sexual little devil” I said right before we let off onto our floor. “Says the one who promised we’d shower together”

“You asked for it!”

“Oh yeah” he said in realization. Then I got an idea. “You know, I don’t think we’ll both fit. It’s quiet the small shower” Niall looked at me confused.

“Last one there has to smell Louis’ shoes” I said before taking off down the hall. Niall was right on my tail the whole time and even started to pass me. Right as he started getting ahead I dramatically fell and started claiming that my ribs were hurting. He turned around and came back to me, kneeling down and asking if I was ok. “I don’t know Ni. I don’t think I’m…Sucker!” and then I took off down the hall again. I arrived at the door and fumbled with my key while Niall just came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me. He turned so that he set me down right next to him. We fought over who was going to open the door that was settled when I went to tickle Niall’s sides. I just said, “Hey, Ni?”

“Yeah”

My hand attached to his side causing him to forget what he was doing and letting me insert the key into the door. He also let out a string of giggles that helped distract him even more. I opened the door with ease and rushed into the bathroom, immediately turning the water off and throwing off my shirt. “That was not fair-“Niall started to say, but stopped when he saw me standing by the door. “Are you joining me? Or are you going to talk about how I won?” I said with a straight face soon cracking into a smile when he darted over to his suitcase to find clothes.

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Now I could tell you about how we did this cute thing where I asked where we’re going and he refused to tell me, but I won’t. Instead I’ll tell you that it did happen, but I only asked once and from there we stared out the windows looking at the beautiful scenery from the back of the car.

“You are unbelievable” he said randomly on our car ride.

“Me? Why?”

“You’re so different from everyone who throws themselves at me and I love it”

I didn’t really know how to respond. We were getting out of the car anyways so perhaps it didn’t matter at this point. This time Paul went with us since the other boys were staying in today. It was a short walk down the street through Paris and onto a bridge covered in locks. Now, I won’t say we didn’t get recognized, because we did. And I won’t say I didn’t recognize this bridge, because I did see it almost an hour ago on the same news channel that mentioned me, and how known I was to the fans in such a short amount of time. Surprisingly, I did get asked to have a picture taken with some of the fans and was asked for an autograph a few times. It was kind of shocking, but I just smiled and talked to the fans. After about fifteen minutes Paul ushered us along saying that if everything was going to go as planned we needed to go on. So Niall grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the famous Le Pont des Arts that was covered in locks. I knew he was sweet, but I didn’t think he’d take this into consideration. The bridge was fairly empty and Paul agreed to keep a certain distance from us. Niall pulled me up to a spot on the bridge where it was fairly empty and not used yet.” Jessa, I don’t know if you figured this out, but you mean a lot to me. Not just me, but to the guys too. We were scared that you really were going to stay home and we’re willing to fight to keep you here. Ever since I knew you’d be staying for the rest of the tour I knew I had to do something special. Zayn suggested it and I thought it was brilliant. Now here we are on a bridge covered in locks” he rambled nervously and laughed a little at the end. “I know you’re something special whether you know it or not, and I’m promising you that you’ll always be my something special. Maybe not today, right now, and forever, but I promise to make you mine” he then dug a casual lock out of his coat pocket and connected it to the bridge. Our lock was officially on the bridge. “Because I don’t believe in throwing the key into the river I decided to do this, because as cheesy as it sounds you are the key to my heart”

He ended his speech by taking out a simple necklace with a plain old key on it and fastened it around my neck. I toyed with the key that dangled on my chest as he clasped the back together. “Niall…thank you” I said as tears welled up in my eyes. We didn’t kiss our make out passionately. I hugged him and held him tight whispering, “I lock you”.

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Turns out after our romantic adventure to the lock bridge we had reservations for lunch with the boys and band. It was a nice day out that I never expected to happen in a million years. Well I guess nine years ago I didn’t expect to date a world known pop star, let alone live with one for as long as I can remember. It was a day that I will never forget, and I’ll never let him forget that either.