Want You To Rock Me (Watty Awards 2013!) (1D Fan-Fic)

Niall

Niall's P.O.V.

She was amazing. I'd  loved her for as long as I could remember. I can't even remember what my life was like before I met her, and I didn't want to. It wasn't half as amazing as it was now, and she had made my life so much better. I had never told her how I felt, I didn't feel like I ever needed to. We were best friends, we were the closest two people ever could be. I could never tell her how I felt, I mean, what if she didn't love me back? Then what would happen? I couldn't even think what I would do if I lost her.

Your P.O.V.

It was a Saturday morning when I got a suprise call from Niall. I ran out of the kitchen where I was making myself some breakfast, into the living room where my phone was belting out my ringtone, laying on the sofa. I jumped on the sofa and picked it up and answered it.

 'Hello?' I asked down the phone.

 'Heya, it's my friend's birthday today and he's having a party tonight,' Niall said in his strong Irish accent, and then Niall went silent.

 'Yeah?' I said, prompting him to give more information. I heard him swallow hard on the other end of the phone.

 'And, erm, I was wondering, erm, if, erm,' Niall stuttered.

 'Niall?' I said, interrupting him.

 'Yeah?' came a voice from the other end of the phone.

 'Do you want me to come with you?' I asked him, not wanting him to stutter anymore.

 'Erm, yeah, if you don't mind,' he said really quickly.

 'Why would I mind?' I asked him.

 'Urr, I don't know? You might have been, erm, busy,' Niall said, still stuttering quite a bit.

 'Nialler what's wrong?' I asked him. starting to get slightly worried as he was stuttering a lot. He never did this, was there something wrong? Was he nervous? But why would he be nervous, he'd been my best friend since forever?

 'N-no! Nothing's wrong...' he said we both fell into silence. 'I'll pick you up at 8,' he quickly said in one short breath before putting the phone down. He was acting so different, and I didn't know why? Nothing had happened between us two that could make it awkward, it had never been awkward for us two.

 I just spent the rest of the day relaxing around my apartment, not really doing anything except lying on the sofa and watching a load of rubbish programme's on the T.V. I started getting ready about an hour before 8 o'clock. It had never taken me long to get ready, I don't know why. I wore my favourite lacy white dress and my cream coloured high heels that Niall had bought me for my last birthday. They were by far my favourite shoes, and even when I grow out of them, I'm still going to keep them, because Niall bought them for me. They were more special than anything. I was sat waiting in my living room, waiting for Niall to arrive when suddenly my doorbell rang. I stood up of the sofa and straightened out my dress. I walked over to the door and opened it to see Niall standing there sheepishly, giving me a half hearted smile. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my apartment.

 'No, don't the taxi is waiting for us,' he said as he trapsed into my apartment. I shut the door and then turned around to look at him and crossed my arms.

 'What's wrong Niall? You've been acting weird all day, please tell me,' I said, taking a step back from him. He just looked at me, and then he opened his mouth as if he was about to tell me something, but then he just shook his head.

 'No, it's nothing. I'm just getting a bit stressed about this party,' he told me and then walking past me as he grabbed hold of the door handle. He walked out the door and then turned around to look at me. 'You coming then?' he said as he turned back around to walk to the taxi that was waiting patiently outside my apartment.