Niall's P.OV:
As I was telling Jay all about myself, including my favorite colors, places- and the hardest one yet, type of food- she just sat on my lap, leaned against the back of the couch and smiled at me.
She was such a good listener, I told her about my mom, whom I loved very much. I told her about Mullingar, and how it was like there. I told her what the VMA's were like and she smiled the whole time until I got to the part about meeting Demi.
She pursed her lips and scrunched up her eyebrows in distaste.
"You don't like Demi then?" I asked, twirling a piece of her hair around my finger.
"Oh God No, I love her, she's just so perfect." She sighed, her eyebrows still scrunched up in a confusing manner.
"Then why are you making that face?" I teased, pulling her hair a bit.
"It's just...."
She blushed
" I don't Ship Nemi..."
She whispered quickly, biting her lip and letting her hair fall into her face.
I sighed in annoyance.
"Listen, Jay. Neither do I... Okay, Who's your celebrity crush?"
I asked calmly, brushing her hair out of her face.
"You, Liam, Zayn, Louis, Harry, Mario Lopez, Josh Hutcherson, and ermm... Colton Hayes."
She said awkwardly, realizing how many there were.
"Well. Do you want to date them??" I asked, not yet comprehending she had said my name.
"Um, Duh. After I get to know them"
She replied sassily.
"Who do you know out of all of the many names you mentioned?"
I asked, finally hearing the part where she said she had a Celeb. crush on me.
"You and Harry."
She answered quickly, realizing she just told me she liked me and blushing a furious color of red once again.
"So now that you've met us do you want to date us?"
I asked, nonchalountley, pretending it wouldn't matter if she said yes or no.
"Pfffft, not both of y'all. Only one of you guys."
She answered and a dreamy look appeared in her eyes.
"Which one?"
I asked a bit too enthusiastic for my liking.
"Erm... the couch..." She mumbled and leaned over my head to inspect the couch.
Great, she likes Harry. It's pretty obvious he likes her too. They'd be great for eachother, but believe me if he hurt her, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back.
She was still leaning over me, her chest planted firmly against mine, and I realized her face was just a few inches away from mine.
I stared at her face, her big brown eyes that squinted at the couch, her lips that were pressed together in a firm line, her hair which kept tickling me in the face.
I looked up at her mouth again to see a smile planted there and moved up to her eyes to see her loking at Harry and blushing. Her mouth started to move and I zoned myself back in to hear what he was saying.
"Shut up, Harold"
I heard her say, and saw a mishevious smirk on Harry's face.
I made another sound that screamed annoyance.
