Who Do You Think You Are

Chapter 12 - Gotta make up our minds

Stacy’s P.O.V.

Millions of girls were dreaming of this and her I sat, with my hand in Niall's, speechless.I knew what I wanted to say, what I would have said if he had said these things to me last month, or last week. The fact that we sat here like this meant that he hadn't seen what had happened between Harry and I yesterday. But my conscience wouldn't allow me to keep him in the dark. "Niall, I'd love to be your girlfriend.

But, the timing is just..." I looked down, not knowing how to complete my sentence. I felt him tense up just the slightest bit. 'Oh God. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say?'

Liam’s P.O.V.

I saw Niall leaving with his guitar in one hand and his car keys in the other. He was beaming and hyper; speaking extremely fast. “Niall, have you eaten?”

“Nahh, I’ll eater later,” he responded. Did he just say that? Niall never passed up an opportunity to eat. The lad was definitely smitten. I smiled to myself, “Well goodluck mate.”

“Uhh?” he looked up at me, taking a moment to process what I’d said. “Oh, thanks Liam.”

Stacy’s P.O.V.

He just sat there and looked at me with a frown on his face. I could tell that his mind was working over- time. "Is it that Sean guy?" he asked.

"What? No! I barely even keep in contact with the guy. Besides, he's not my type."

Sean was one of the guys at the charity event - the same one where I had met Niall and the rest of the boys.

"Oh that's good."

I smiled at how adorable Niall was, but the smile quickly faded in light of reality. I looked down into my lap, unable to speak.

"Then? What is it?" he asked in all earnestness. "It's okay. You can tell me."

He was so gentle yet so brave. 'I'm lucky, I'm just so lucky. So why do I feel like I've just been hit by a truck?'

"It's just..." I started off in the faintest voice and Niall leaned in to hear me. He was patient as I gathered up my words, still fighting the conflicting thoughts in my head.

"Harry and I…he kissed me yesterday in the living-room." The words left me like a final breath.