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Chapter 10

Niall's P.O.V.

What the hell should I wear? Okay, focus, Niall. Just reach into your wardrobe, and pick something. Anything. Just do it. It’s not hard. 

“Argh!” I moaned in frustration, slamming the wardrobe door shut and sitting down on my bed in nothing but boxer shorts. I put my head in my hands. 

In my whole wardrobe, there was nothing decent to wear. I’d searched through everything, from my scruffiest shorts to my neatest trousers, to my jeans and shirts to my jumpers and hoodies. 

I glanced at my watch. Ten to ten? It couldn’t be. I’d been awake since eight. Wow, time really flies when you’re wondering what to wear. 

I was going to be late, and I didn’t want to leave Becky waiting and miss the film, so I quickly grabbed some jeans and a Jack Wills t-shirt and put them on quickly. I slipped my wallet into my jean pocket, pulled on some converse trainers, and headed out the door. 

The sun was shining brightly, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky– which was unusual, because even though it was midsummer, it usually rained in England, no matter what time of year. I strolled down the street feeling on top of the world; well, that was for two minutes, before I realised that it was almost ten o’clock and the cinema was ages away. I started sprinting, down the street and into town. One or two fans stopped me for a photo, but I don’t think many other people noticed me because I was wearing sunglasses and running with my head down. 

I turned a corner and stood for two seconds to catch my breath – I could tell I was red in the face, and I could feel my cheeks burning. If only I was Liam – he’s extremely fast and fit, he would’ve been able to run this far without a bother. Lucky guy. 

I looked down the road towards the cinema, and it was only then did I see her.

She looked absolutely breathtaking.

Becky was standing there, wearing a cute dress, flip flops, and sunglasses, with a long satchel bag over her shoulder. She had a flower in her hair, and she looked so lovely and summery and warm. I just wanted to take her in my arms right there. 

I strode over, and her face lightened up when she saw me. I wondered if I should hug her, but her arms were outstretched, so I did. I breathed in her perfumey, flowery scent. The hug only lasted two seconds, but it felt like we were the only two people there. The sun beat down on our backs and necks, and I held her hand as we went inside the cinema. 

“So, what do you want to see?” I asked. 

Becky looked up at the big list of films. “How about the Inbetweeners movie?” She said at last, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she hadn’t picked some soppy romantic comedy. 

We brought our tickets and I brought popcorn and coke. We sat right at the back of the cinema. 

The film started within minutes. It was hilarious, but the whole time, my mind was on something else. I couldn’t help but look over at the girl sitting next to me. She looked so happy and sweet when she laughed, and it made me want to smile. Becky had the popcorn on her lap, but we were sharing. My hand reached in just as hers did, and our fingers touched; I got a weird, warm, tingling sensation running through my fingers, up my arm and spreading through my whole body. 

The film finished, and Becky and I walked back through town. We didn’t hold hands in case of paparazzi. 

Speaking of paparazzi; we were strolling along, when Becky gasped. She pointed to a magazine stand outside the newsagents, and then I saw it. On the front of one of the celebrity magazines, were Harry and Melissa, kissing. I could just make out the entrance to Nando’s in the background. I stared, angry, while rage rushed through me. I couldn’t understand how people could invade other people’s personal lives with such ease. 

“I guess we can’t go out for lunch anywhere...” Becky whispered. 

Suddenly, I had an idea. “Why don’t you come back to my apartment?” I suggested. “We’ll have lunch there.” 

“Great idea!” Becky smiled, and together we walked back to my place, talking and laughing all the way home. 

I turned the key in the lock, and opened the door. 

“Want a drink?” I asked Becky, as she sat down on the sofa. 

“No thanks, I’m alright.” She said. 

“Okay, I’ve got a confession.” I admitted, sitting down next to Becky. “I can’t cook. We could order a pizza?” 

Becky looked right into my eyes, and put her hand on my arm. “No, it’s okay... I’m not really hungry...” 

There was silence for three seconds, and we just looked into each other’s eyes. We were both sat cross legged, leaning towards each other slightly – when suddenly, she grabbed my t-shirt, pulled me forward, and kissed me. She ran her hands through my hair and I smiled. 

“So...” She grinned after two minutes. “Same time tomorrow?”

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