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Rehearsals Day 1 Part 3

Chapter 12: Rehearsals Day 1 Part 3
Niall's POV

The kiss wasn't what I expected. Okay, maybe at some points it was. The kiss was filled with lust, I had at least expected that. I had expected maybe fireworks, but that didn't happen. Fourth of July happened.

Rue's touch sent jolts up and down my spine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her fingers were long and thin, as was expected of a pianist. They played with the hair at my nape as her tongue played with mine. My hands connected behind her, pulling her closer to me.

My body felt on fire as the famed sparks continued flying from our touch but at the same time, it felt like only Ruella - sweet, innocent Ruella - could quench them. It was breathtaking. Rue's lips moved in perfect synchronization with mine. Cheesy as it sounds (not that this entire kiss was cheesy enough), we seemed to fit together perfectly like two sides of the same coin, two puzzle pieces, yin and yang - you get the idea.

We pulled away, both out of breathe from that intimate moment. Our eyes were both closed and our foreheads touched. We were still wrapped together when she looked up at me. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"That was..." she whispered. "Amazing."

I smiled at her. "But," oh there it was. The But. "I didn't expect you to be so forward, Horan."

"I didn't expect you to be that forward too, Evans." I winked. She laughed her beautiful laugh and I couldn't help but join in. We only quieted down when Rue kissed me again. It was  just as amazing as the first, maybe even better.

I didn't know whether I was happy that management would get off my back with this accomplishment or if Rue actually liked me but it didn't matter. Rue was a good kisser with a good heart. For the nth time I wondered how I would break that golden heart of hers.

We broke off and I couldn't help myself. It felt like the right moment. "Be my girlfriend?" I asked and her breathtaking sea green eyes widened. It was her turn to stutter. "Niall, w-what do you mean?"

"I think I spoke clearly," I whispered in her ear and smiled when I heard her shudder. "Be. My. Girlfriend."

"My, you've been very confident today, Niall James Horan. Very out of character." She whispered back.

"You don't know me well enough to say that, Ruella Elise Evans."

"You're right. I've only known you for a week. Maybe more, I lost track after the second day. I wouldn't know you well enough." Rue countered, sending him a haughty smile. "My grandmother always told me to make sure I know a man well enough before saying yes."

"How old am I?" I asked amused. She gave me a confused look.

"20, turning 21 this September."

"Where am I from?"

"Mullingar, Ireland. Everyone knows that." By now she was clearly getting frustrated.

"Who's my brother?"

"Greg Horan. He's married and has a son, Theo Horan."

"How did I meet the boys?"

"On X Factor. Simin Cowell grouped you boys after you thought you were eliminated. Harry came up with the name One Direction."

"What's my favourite colour?"

"Blue and green. Just like your eyes."

"When is my bir - " I was cut off with Ruella's seething. "September 13, 1993, okay! All your fans know this, what's the point?!"