Nineteen year old Johnephine Davis is the daughter of Maggie and Richard Davis aka The Australian Ambassador in the United Kingdom. Her whole life she's been 'he's little princess' to the public eye, and she never gets a chance to express or make a...
We were now at Naill's new appartement, sitting on the couch in each other's arms, whatching The Little Mermaid. We ordered some pizza for dinner, knowing that both Niall and I can't cook to save humanity.
I laughed to myself, just thinking about that night of our first time together. How could I have been so stupid, but when I think about it, if that night didn't occur, we wouldn't be as close as we are now.
"What?" Niall asks glancing over to me with curiosity.
"Oh nothing, just thinking" I say with a smirk. I look at my lap so he wouldn't be able to see my face. I can't even believe how much I miss old times. We always snuck around, making sure our parents would never find out. I remember one time we had to rent a hotel room in order to just simply have sex. Both of us saying the same situation to our parents, that we were simply staying over at a friend's place.
"Thinking about what" Niall asked turning towards me, this time nudging me to get me to talk.
"The night of our first time. When I spilled coke on you and rubbed your pants, without realising that I was actually giving you a rub" I say, laughing at myself own stupidit. Niall chuckled at me.
"You're so adorable" Niall replys, and with that response I hide my face behind my hands so he wouldn't see my blushing red face. "Oh come on you, I didn't mean to make you all shy and shit" I looked up at him smiling. He always knew how to make me smile again, if I was sad or pissed off or just mainly shy.
When we were in school, the other students would always do or say something to me, to make me retaliate in the worst ways as possible. Niall would always be there, through the good and bad.
There was always rumours of Niall and I, girls saying that we were such an adorable couple, and that Niall was such a great boyfriend for being there or sticking up for me. But what people didn't understand is, that our love for each other will be nothing more than friendship. Well, an intimate friendship, but nobody knew about it.
When I looked up at him, only now realizing how close we were to each other, I suddenly had a urge to kiss him and feel him again. He's done so much for me throughout the last two of my senior years. I was always the one getting bullied, mainly because I was the Australian girl, and for who my father was.
I remember one time I was cornered up by a couple of girls. They started to slap, punch and kick me, and abuse me in the worst ways possible, as well as calling me names such as 'fucking trashy bitch'.
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