Don't Leave Me Alone

Chapter 8

"Bye Cameron! It was nice meeting you."

"You too Niall. Bye Sam. Have fun."

"Hahah. Bye Cameron."

Niall shut the door and we watched Cameron pull out of the driveway and down the street. He turned and looked at me with a smile on his face.

"So, girlfriend."

"So, boyfriend."

"We are really going to give this a try aren't we?"

"I'm up for it. If you are.

"Yes! I am totally up for it. I am serious when I sat that I won't screw this up."

"I bet you are. So what do we do now?"

"We could order pizza and have a first date. But if you want something more fancy, then we can wait."

"I would love to do that. Just, can we get Taco Bell instead?"

"Sure. I will go get it. 24 pack?"

"Yes! Want to watch a movie?"

"Yeah. Let's decide when I get back."

Niall kissed my cheek and walked to get in his car. I could really get used to this. While he was out getting dinner, I decided to call Jordan. She would take the news about me and Niall and be calm but excited.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Jordy."

"SAM! We thought you were dead! Lana and Alex are here too. Tell us what happened!"

"Uh, well. Tanner is actually 24 and wanted to hook up with me. That didn't work out. He came to the house today and tried to hook up. But Niall and Cameron stood up for me and we got him and his goons arrested. And....uh..."

"And what? What happened?"  Alex screamed.

"Niall and I are kind of a...thing. Now."

I immediatly heard a chorus of girly shrills from the other side of the phone.

"Really Sam? Don't be lying!"

"I'm not! He went to get us Taco Bell so we could have our first date."

"Are you watching a movie? Can we talk to him? Has he kissed you again?"

I was about to answer when Niall grabbed the phone and answered for me, "Yes. Not now, about to go on a date. And yes. Bye girls."

"They were way more excited than I thought they would be."

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Let's watch New Girl. On Netflix."

"Deal."

Many Episodes Later 

It was almost 11:30 and Niall and I had watched half of season one. I think we both have a Netflix problem, because we weren't stopping anytime soon. We were sitting on the couch and I had my head on his lap and he was holding one of my hands and playing with my hair.

"Schmidt you man whore. Get a life dude."

"You should marry Cece! She's hot."

"Yeah! Or be a Nick or a Winston."

"Why are we screaming at my TV?"

"We crazy."

"Yeah. We are!" He high fived me and put his hand right back in mine. His hands were suprisingly soft. You would think they would be rough from playing guitar, but no.