The change

He knows, to soon?

I make my way towards the pond finally sitting on a bench. I look around to see if anyone was around, especially him. I wonder what's gonna happen tonight? He won't stick with me long, trust me.

There Niall was standing next to the pond with the fountain right smack in the middle with beautiful intricate design.

I walk over to him seeing if he'll notice if I was there but, he didn't so I had to speak up and say hi. It can't be that hard right?

"Hey" I say very shyly and try to get his attention. He turns his head a smirks at me.

"Hey" rolls off his tongue. With the gentle touch of Irish tone and accent. Making chills go down my spine.

"Listen, sorry if this is over worming or anything. I was just interested in you when I saw you. You were different, I like different." he says to me making me feel so warm and protected inside.

"Oh, well thank you and yeah I'm not the usual girl. And that's a fact." I state and chuckle at the same time and so does he. He gestures to take my arm as we start walking the paths of Central Park.

"Before, I decide if your the lucky lady, tell me about yourself." he says to me. Which is what I was afraid of. If I tell him he won't want to be with me. So should I lie or tell the truth.

"Um, well my past is very complicated and um I think it's too jurassic to explain." I try to describe it in the best way possible.

"Oh, well I have time. I'm guessing tough past?" he questions as he walks down on me and from the comer of his eye.

"Yeah, just a little. I'm used to people running away from me after I tell them. They said they were gonna stay but they didn't so I guess I'm a reject you could say." I try to explain. He nods looking down at his feet. I don't know what to get from this. Good or Bad?

"Trust me, I won't leave even if you push me away. You are different and I love that I barely know you and I love it. So, what if you have a tough past it won't change the way you are on the inside right now." he explains and I guess he's right.

"True, but I'll sum it up for you to make it easier." I say to him and he smiles and nods.

We sit on a bench farther away from where we met. The bench is a little damp from the rain this afternoon. I start to talk about my past and how I wasn't treated right, being bullied, being neglected and so on. He pouts most of the time not being able to listen but feel bad for me.

At the end when I finish my bottom lip trembles and my eyes tear up. I hold back the tears as much as possible. Luckily, only one tear fell from my eyes and not thousands.

He gestures a hug, I except it. He's speechless and can't get any words. Look down at my lap.

"Sorry, I told you but, you wanted to know so." I say quiet but loud enough for him to hear it. He puts his hands on mine.

"It's ok, now that I know I won't leave. But, I don't get how someone as beautiful as you could get treated like that." he sympathetically gestures.

I nod. I just wish that he would've at least waited to the second date or whatever it is. Its not a date it's a get together, right?

"Um so, do you want to go somewhere? Like coffee, or frozen yogurt?" I suggest and he looks up at me and smiles.

"Well, I was wondering if you care to show me your lovely penthouse, that you speak of." he slurs rising a brow. I giggle and stand up from the bench.

Me and him walk arm and arm to the condo building. He opens the door for me as I walk in. I gesture him with a smile.

He continues to follow me into the elevator. I press the button to my floor and the elevator goes up.

The elevator was a silent ride, probably cause he doesn't know what to say after what I just told him.

The elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open. I walk out first and he follows behind me, placing his hand on the crest of my back. We get to my door and I unlock it with the key and walk in turning on the light switch.

I can tell he's surprised that I live in a place like this. I'm kinda surprised too considering that I pay for it myself. Yes, I know I said that my parents pay for it but they don't.

I gesture him to sit on the couch and he takes a seat. He just looks at the size of my home and smirks at me.

"So you live by yourself?" he asks looking at me devilishly.

"Yes I do, and pay for it myself." I explain to him and he goes wide eyed.

"Damn." he says, laying his arm over my shoulders.

The night was filled with laughter and dreamy moments to cherish. I showed him my bedroom and fell asleep there with my body tightly glued to his and peacefully wish he was hear before this.

What am I doing this is just a dream right? Nothing in reality? But I just pass out not knowing if real or fake was a understandable statement.