AN: SO sorry it took this long! But, here it is! I hope you like it, love! - Tori xxx
"Are you hungry?" I called from the kitchen. Digging through the remaining items that were in the fridge.
"Is that even a question?" a voice replied with a slight laugh. I rolled my eyes at the response and continued to fiddle through the reminants of what used to be a full fridge.
"You have absolutely nothing in here." I sighed, slamming the door shut and looking toward the pantry hopeful for something filling.
"Maura...That's an exaggeration!" protested the voice, and sounds of footsteps grew near to the kitchen. I swung open the pantry door and looked through it. "Look. There's a box of crackers." An arm reached over my shoulder and pointed out a yellow box of Wheat Thins. I picked it up, and shook it. The quiet sound of five crackers rustled inside the box. I turned to face the boy that had entered my presence.
"Niall, do you call this food?" I shoved the box toward his face, he snatched it from my hand and dumped the remaining snack into his palms then popped them into his mouth.
"Yes. Yes I do." he nodded. I shook my head, a small smile forming on my lips.
"I'm making popcorn."
"Fantastic." He grinned. "I'll go put on the X-Factor."
"Again?" I groaned, pulling out the small plastic bag, and ripping it open. "I'm so sick of watching all these contestants. It's depressing when they get sent home."
"The boys and I are required to, dear. We have to promote the show that got us famous." he said, taking the bag from me and walking over to the microwave. I let out another sigh.
"But, I keep getting emotionally attached to the ones that lose." I complained, opening the microwave door for him, in which he threw the bag inside, and slammed it shut. He pushed a few buttons and the soft sound of popping popcorn began. The boy turned to look at me, light blue eyes filled with humor.
"You're silly." he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and planting a kiss on my head. Shortly after, he dropped the grip and headed back to the living room.
"And you're a torturer!" I called after him, in which he responded with a laugh.
As you guessed it, I'm dating international popstar Niall Horan, from One Direction. The story of how we got to be where we are now, isn't as complicated as you'd think. As many of the girlfriends that have gone through One Direction, the majority have started out as 'friends' that turn into 'more than friends'- well our story is a tad bit different.
I'm Irish (just like my boy) and I lived in Mullingar all my life. And yes, I knew Niall. But we were never really 'friends'. He had attended an all-boy Christian private school and I attended the all-girl Christian sister school of his, and once a month there'd be an event and we'd collaborate with his school.I'd known who he was, and he knew who I was, but to be honest...he was always just a little full of himself as a kid. There. I said it. So, I avoided him at all costs. And when he came back for his first visit I didn't change my daily routine- or how I acted around him. So, whenever we finally met up with a large group of friends, he was taken slightly aback at how unimpressed I was by him- so he asked me out- and didn't take no for an answer.
So, we went on our date, and never stopped seeing each other.
.....
"I like Tate." he stated, nodding his head as he clicked the television off.
"I think Carly has it in the bag." I sighed, standing up and picking up an empty popcorn bowl. When Niall's phone dinged. I dropped the bowl off in the kitchen and retreated back to the living room. "Who's that?"
