Diana and Harry have been best friends since childhood. After One Direction starts touring Harry misses her enough to invite her on the road with them. After spending days upon days together, how could she not fall for the Irish lad she'd been infat...
I tap my foot nervously as we stand in line for the bag check at the airport. After last night, Niall decided it would be best if I flew home with him to help him pack and meet his family.
"Di, calm down it's going to be fine,"
"What if they don't like me? I should have worn a dress," After almost an hour of trying on different outfits I finally settled on a pair of cheetah print pants with a black top and jacket after much persuasion from Niall. I think he just wanted me to put something on.
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"Di look at me," He grabs onto my shoulders and stares into my eyes. "You look amazing, and my family is going to love you no matter what ok?" I slightly nod my head quickly and take a deep breath.
"Ok, yeah, I can do this," He stops my shaking by pulling me into a kiss by grabbing my upper arms. He pulls away and strokes my arms with his hands. "I love you,"
"I love you too,"
"Now come on, I need to get a coffee," When we get through the bag check I pull his arm through the airport to the nearest Starbucks. I order Niall and Me black coffees and we sit down at one of the only open tables available. I set a container of chocolate chip cookies that I baked this morning because I didn't want to show up empty-handed, on the table. Niall reaches for the container but yanks his hand away when I slap it. "Those are for your family, not you," He rolls his eyes and leans backward in his chair.
"That's not fai-" Niall's cut off when his chair tips over and he falls onto the ground with a loud thud. I try my best not to laugh and walk over to his side. I stare down at the floor where he lays there, still attached to his seat, groaning. "Well don't just stand there, help me up," I smile at him and extend my hand.
"Aw, come here," I pout and hold my arms out which he gladly steps into even though he's trying to act like he's mad at me. "Do you need me to kiss it better?"
"I'm not a child!" He pushes away from me and turns his back to me.
"Ni, just let me kiss your head!" I end up chasing him around the round table until I get a hold of his head and place an exaggerated kiss on top of it. "See it's better now, isn't it?" He breathes out and nods his head.
"Now can I have one of those cookies?" He looks at me with puppy dog eyes. "Please, I'm injured,"
"Fine," I finally give in, unable to resist his adorable face. "Just one though," He happily does a little dance over to the container and opens it slowly, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he smells the cookies.
"Just eat it already, you're creeping me out," He continues to examine the desert.
"If I only get one I need to savor it," I shake my head in understanding and he finally sinks his teeth into the chocolate chip cookie. "Holy shit this is good,"
"I know," I put on a smug face and pretend to flip my hair over my shoulder even though it's in a hair clip. He laughs sending crumbs flying out of his mouth. "Oh my god you're making a mess," I join in on the laughter and he starts to choke on a piece of the cookie. I try to pat on his back but, I can't stop laughing and neither can he and it's only making it worse for him. I hand him his coffee and he takes a sip and stands up straight again now only coughing very lightly.
