I layed back on my bed, ready to hear the same old story. He'll probably say "it's not what it seems like" or "I love you and only you" or "Im so sorry". That's why I hate those movies. They end in the same way and it sucks that it's not real.
"I loved Lucy," he started. Whoa there! I don't need to know this crap. "We dated for two years and it was like a movie." Is he trying to make me feel bad?
"Why are you telling me this, Niall?" I asked. "If you love her, then date her." I sighed.
"Wait, just let me finish." he says. I nod and he goes on. "I went to her house and saw her kissing my best friend, Jake. I lost my girlfirend and best friend that day. I didn't date, didn't leave the house to do anything. The only time I left was to go to soccer. I swore that I would never hurt a girl like she hurt me. When I met you, I wanted to keep that promise." He looked down. Wow, he really means that. "But, why would you listen to her anyway?" Did he turn the tables on me?
"This isn't about me." I protest.
"This is about you and me. Not just me, (y/n)." he said with emphasis on the word me.
"Fine." I groan. "She's prettier than me and the way she said it made me believe it. I mean, look at you and look at me. You shouldn't be with me anyways." I shed and tear.
"That's silly (y/n). You're so much better than Lucy will ever be. You're not plastic like I realized she was. You stand out in the crowd and I haven't ever met anyone like you. You make me laugh and make me smile. You're sometimes awkward and a little bit crazy but, I like you and can't stop thinking about you. Please can you forgive me, (y/n)?" I start to tear up and he pouts. "Awww babe don't cry.."
"I'm sorry," I start. "Sometimes I get jealous thinking that someone else could make you happier than I could. I guess it's my insecurities acting up again. Cause I know I'm not the prettiest, smartest, or most fun to be around. But, I do know that no matter how long and hard you look, you'll never find someone that loves you like I do." I say, tears in my eyes.
"You-You love me too?" he asks. "I've been waiting for you to say that." he smiles. I laugh slightly.
"Just kiss me already." I say and kiss him. We sit on my bed and the kiss becomes more passionate and he lays me down. "I love you." I mumble.
"I love you too." he says and I tug on his shirt. He pulls it off. His hands travel up my shirt and just as he was about to take it off....
"(y/n)!" Loraine screamed. I jumped up. So much for a special moment.
"What?" I yell.
"Can you run out and get some things for dinner." I roll my eyes.
"Fine! Be right down!" I get up, but Niall doesn't. "OOOhhh no mister!"
"What?" he asks
"Don't think you're gonna stay here while I get the food." I chuckle.
"But I don't wanna!" he whines.
"You do if you want me to invite you over tonight." I smirk. He jumps up and puts his shirt back on. He takes my hand and opens my door.
"Let's go shall we?" I nod and we head down the stairs. Loraine comes in and her eyes go wide.
"Next time, leave the door open." she starts. "I want to be able to turn the air on when it gets too hot up there."
"Loriane!" I gasp. "We didn't do anything!"
"Okay Okay. Just don't come to me when you two are preggo!" I roll my eyes.
"Come on Niall. Let's go."
