"What are you doing here, delete the picture," Niall said aloud to a paparazzi who had sneaked into the house.
"Sorry man, I'm just doing my job," he grinned.
"Please delete the picture," he said dangerously and sat up in front of the little man.
"Why then, don't you want to have a headline in the newspaper again," he replied cheekily.
"Please maybe you can't harm him much, but you know how you can ruin my life" I said sobbing.
"Why" laughed the man now.
"Do you want the whole world to see you as someone's cheap slut or mouse?" I pleaded with him.
"Oh, what, should the world see you as you are, I mean you only care about the money anyway" he said annoyed and wanted to leave.
Thought wrong.
Angry, Niall pulled him back and pressed him against the wall.
"If you don't delete the photo immediately, I'll report you on trespassing, and dare to insult you again," he said angrily and you saw how his pupils dilated.
"Niall calm down" I said gently and put my arm on his shoulder.
"I'll delete the photo, do it yourself here," said the paparazzi, slightly frightened, and handed him the camera. Without hesitation, Niall tore out the memory and broke the small card in two.
"Get out of here," he snapped at him and put the camera in his hand.Was he so embarrassed, was he so embarrassed? Or was he just aware of how the opening times would hurt me.
"Such a bastard" he scolded and smiled at me. I smiled shyly back and wanted to go back into the garden, where he stopped me.
He gently cupped my wrist in his hand and pulled me back.
"Will you forgive me" he asked gently.
"I think so," I said, trying to sound convincing.
"You think" he hacked, slightly disappointed.
I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I just took a step towards him and kissed him on the cheek.
"I forgive you," I added, feeling a hand on my back. It wasn't in any way inappropriate or something like that.
It was tender, but I still got goose bumps. "Shall we go back to the others?" He asked me.
"Yes" I smiled at him.
Why couldn't we have spoken out much earlier? How would our life be now?
Would we have come together? Would another quarrel have brought us much further apart?
I walked next to him uncertainly and suddenly saw 3 all too familiar faces.
"Niall, there you are," Liam said, relieved.
"What did you do with the paparazzi?" Asked Louis with a grin.
"Aren't you the one from the fan meeting, Lili" Harry asked me now, shocked. "Yes," I said softly. I was uncomfortable standing in front of them, they probably know everything when he told them."That's right, your girlfriend is there too," Louis hacked and continued to grin.
"No Jenna is not here," I said quickly.
"Oh okay," he said, slightly disappointed.
Confused, I looked at him briefly, but then looked back at the floor.
"We made up again" said Niall and I saw the corner of his eye as he smiled.
"And what did you do with the paparazzi" repeated Louis his question. "He took a picture of us, and you know what would have happened on the Internet if they had a picture of us hugging" he replied. "Sure, but cool to see you again" Harry smiled and put an arm around my shoulder. I looked uncertainly at Niall, who looked a bit annoyed. What did he have now?
"Okay, should we go down then," Liam asked and we were running down the stairs. Niall had his hand around my waist and Harry still had his arm around my shoulder.
Since it was getting late, most of them have already left, Margarete insisted that we stay to eat too.
There was a crowd or something like that.
I was getting hungry because I hadn't eaten anything. Millie had filled her stomach with biscuits throughout the party and was now sleeping on the sofa.
"Has she actually seen you" I asked Niall as he went into the kitchen, where I helped Margarete cook."No, should I wake her" he suggested with a grin. "Let the child sleep Niall and get out of my kitchen," said Margarete in a certain tone. Understandable, after all, in the ten times he went to the kitchen, he had eaten two pieces of meat.
"Did you hear, Lili, we have to get out of the kitchen," he said indignantly and pulled me out with him.
Margarete smiled at me. I looked at her apologetically and was dragged into the garden.
He sat down behind a large tree. The others were all in the living room because it was getting cold and dark.
"Niall, why should I go out with you?" I asked him, giggling in confusion.