EMILY'S POV.
After listening to Niall complain about food for ages, the Doctor said I could go when I was ready. Within the past few hours of getting to know the boys, we had talked about the upcoming tours and they all took turns to embarrass each other in front of me which left me in hysterics most of the time. Most of the way back, Niall just kept staring at me. I would just blush and look back down, earning a light chuckle from him, each time. After about twenty minutes in the limo, he came over to me and asked to swap places with Liam, who I was currently sitting next to. Of course, Liam being the kindest person on Earth, he did. As Niall sat next to me, he placed his hand on my knee. At first I flinched but then my checks went tomato red and I had to suppress a smile.
How does he do that? As soon as I feel his touch, I feel my body go weak, just melting. I have to remind myself to breath! I don't want him to know how much I like it. I feel like such a creep right now.. Oh well..
"I know you like it, I can see you trying not to smile you know?" He chuckled, looking around, changing his focus before he started drawing circles into my thigh with his thumb. "Where to?" Paul asked looking back at me. "I don't know." I answered. "Where is your house?" He asked, his smile now fading. "I don't have one..."
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Trust Me (a Niall Horan fanfiction)
FanfictionMy life had been screwed over. I had abusive parents, my father- the only person who ever loved me died, and now I was stuck in some drama. How could my life get any harder. More importantly.. Why me? This is a !D fanfiction.
