Trustworthy (Niall Horan fanfic)

Chapter 3

Trustworthy- Chapter 3

I swear not even the first picture we took was serious, let alone the last. My mom was the only one looking remotely serious in any of them.

Those were my exact thoughts after the photo shoot, as we were all looking at the proofs. My mom didn't seem amused at the fact that every picture had a glimpse of the boys' cheeky sides.

She had lived in London before I was born and before she started her acting career. She had once told me that cheeky boys made her shudder. She never said that she couldn't stand them, but I had a feeling. So when we saw the proofs, she had a sneer on her face. She had enough sense not to say anything, but I knew it was playing at the back of her mind. It had been a long day and she did'nt feel like redoing a whole photo shoot just because of five cheeky boys.

For the first few pictures Harry and Louis both had there arms tightly squeezing onto my mother. They said that she minded her of their mothers, which was kind of awkward for me to stand there and listen to. Zayn and Liam were standing behind me making funny faces and gestures while Niall had me climb onto his back.

I had told him that it might not have been the best idea, because I got overly happy when someone offered me piggyback rides. I had no idea why I got overly happy, I just did. But there was my favorite blonde headed leprachaun pretty much forcing me to get on his back. I just couldn't say no, he's so dang cute and he had started to pout, playfully.

Once I climbed onto his back he had said that I practically weighed nothing, leaving me to responde with a cheerful thank you.

After about the seventh picture of us while I was on his back, I started to get used to the feeling. I had covered his eyes and made him spin around in circles. Getting looks from my mother, practically begging me to behave. I was in front of five of the hottest boys and my mother wanted me to act normal?!

She should have expected this.

When Niall had spun around about seven or eight times, I felt his legs start to give out. I would've gotten off but I just felt so comfortable on his back, like I was supposed to be there. So when he fell, I was laying ontop of his back, him grunting underneath me.

Behind me I had four sets of laughs and my mother telling me off for being immature. I was laughing with the rest of the boys, when I felt Niall start to roll over and I got flung off of him. I continued to laugh.

I heard the set director asking if I like the picture that was currently up on the screen. "What?" I snapped back. I hadn't even taken a glance at the picture, when I did it made me smile.

This picture was one of my mom holding Harry bridal style in her arms while he was licking Louis' face that was to the side of him, Liam was trying to mess up Zayn's perfect hair and Niall was standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waste.

At the time that that picture was being taken I didn't know what to think. He had asked me permission if he could hold onto me like that and I had let him. I just felt so safe in his arms.

"Of course! I love this picture!" I told the set director.

I turned to face Niall who was, blushing? I knew how I felt about him, I had felt like that since Kirsten introduced me to One Direction's music and showed me the 'What Makes You Beautiful' video, but did Niall actually feel the same way?

I felt my phone vibrate snapping me out of me trance.

Kirsten: None of you people have tweeted anything about the shoot, what is going on?

Me: Sorry, I can't tweet about where we are, remember Blondey?

Kirsten: Oh yeah, I forgot. You better have some juicy details about how sexy the sex gods are when you get home.