I Won't Give Up

Chapter Thirteen <3

(A/N: Ok, finally updated, after being lazy. And I'm sick so that didn't help. And the rehursals for the play everyday for 4 hours really kills you more then you think. So, yeah. Here's the chapter! I don't know if I'm gonna update tomorrow if I still feel like shit to be honest. We'll see. Anyways, I'm going to go take some pain-killers, and go back to bed. Maybe read some Niam or Larry, then hit the sheets. Enjoy... Comment, Vote, Add To Your Libraries...)

Chapter Thirteen

It had been a week since Niall had come back to California, when the big bomb hit us both. Niall had to go back to Ireland to see his family at some point. It hit me before him, a couple nights after we made up. We were sitting around the dinner table, me, Brian, Niall and Emma, when it hit me. Then it hit Niall. Then we had a talk. So that talk is where it led us now. I helped Niall pack, and he bought his ticket back home. I got my car back and I drove Niall to the airport with Emma and Brian. We walked him to his plane, and it was almost heart-breaking, but I needed to see my real home again at some point! Yes, Niall invited me to back to Ireland with him! I agreed when he asked me to go with him. Of course, Brian was mad that he didn’t get to go back home, so we also invited Brian and Emma to go. My dad didn’t really give a crap, so we got our passports out and packed our bags. Right now we were on the plane, me, Brian and Niall on our way back home, and Emma was excited herself to see where we grew up. Brian and Emma were in the seats behind us, reading probably.

You don’t know how many girls have come up to Niall, asking for his autograph or a picture. Some girls even glared at me, which was the first hate, or glare, I’ve gotten since we released to the public we were dating. I don’t have a Twitter, which I’ve heard is where the most hate comes from. I have a Tumblr, but it doesn’t say my name, age, doesn’t have a picture of me, and doesn’t have where I’m from on it, so no one knows if it’s me or not.

ANYWAYS, it was five hours into the flight, and I was playing Temple Run on my iPod and listening to, you guessed it, One Direction. Niall was just reading a magazine, when he tapped me.

“May, look at this.” I paused the game and looked over to the magazine. A picture of us, again. It was one when we went to dinner a couple nights ago, we got mobbed and this person actually got a good picture of us. It was just a small picture of us sitting in the restaurant. It was cute. Niall went back to reading and I went back to my iPod.

“H-h-hi.” I heard another girl studder. Probably the fifteenth girl today, but I wasn’t one to complain. Niall was every girl’s dream to date or even meet.

I turned to the girl, she probably looked sixteen, maybe fifteen, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was really pretty. I thought I recognized her, but I shrugged it off. She was a no body so to say. I turned off my iPod again, only because I didn’t want to be rude.

“Hi love, what’s your name?” Niall asked taking a napkin to sign.

“Cassie.” (A/N: Your welcome Cassie, you know who you are) She got out, and Niall signed it. He handed the paper back to her, but she stayed in place.

“I was wondering, can I have a kiss on the cheek? I-I mean, if it’s ok with your girlfriend…” She blushed, and looked at me. Niall shook his head, but I stopped him.

“Go ahead, if it’s just a kiss on the cheek, it’s fine.” Yeah, you’re probably thinking, ‘why would she do that?’, but I kiss him every day, and if I was a fan, then I’d probably want at least a kiss on the cheek too. Wouldn’t you? Niall sighed and leaned up to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head at the last second and their lips connected. I sprang up and almost lunged at her, before Niall caught me and the girl walked away smiling to herself as if to say, ‘success.’ He sat me back down and I was steaming. If we were in a cartoon, then steam would be coming from my ears. Niall kissed my fore-head.