Morgan's Perspective

"I really love ice cream," I smile, shoving the ice cream in Louis's face. "Sooo good, right Ni?"

"Yep," he smirked.

"I want some!" Louis whined.

"Too bad, you lost," I smirked, licking my ice cream. I didn't exactly want to eat it, because a voice at the back of my mind screamed fat.

"Ugh" was all Louis said, before he banged his head down on the table.

"We are the champions!" I sang loudly.

"No time for losers!" Niall finished off, staring down at me with a smile. His nose is cute. I tapped his nose lightly.

"What was that?" He laughed.

"Your nose is cute," I shrug.

"You're cute," he mumbles, leaning down, pressing his lips to my cheek. I jump off the seat, making many heads turn in my direction.

I pointed at Niall, and yelled, "COOTIES!"

Then I ran over to the other side of the parlour where Zayn, Harry and Liam sat. There wasn't a extra seat, so I plopped myself on Harry's lap.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Niall has cooties," I tell him.

"Funny," he rolled his eyes, then tried to push me off him.

"No, Harry, I love you," I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"The feelings aren't mutual," he says, "now get off me you have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, you do," Niall says from behind me.

I turn around, and poke him.

"NO MORE COOTIES, YAY!" I scream, then jump up, and hug him tightly. He hugged me back, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Aw," Louis cries, followed by a click.

"Did you take a photo of us?" I ask, my voice muffled by Niall's shirt. Louis clicks his tongue, then says happily, "Yep, and it's immediately going to all social media sites."

I back away from Niall, and take out my phone. Suddenly, on Twitter, it said that Louis had mentioned me in a photo. I clicked on the tweet, immediately favouriting it and retweeting it. My mentions blew up with so many people saying that we're so cute together, and that we're their favourite ship. But then came along the tweets saying that we're the ugliest couple, and that they hope I die because Niall is apparently theirs.

I followed a couple people, then put my phone away. We sat back down again, and ate our ice creams. Well, Niall and Liam ate their ice creams. Nobody else did, because Harry, Louis and Zayn didn't win, and I wasn't eating mine because ice cream is fattening.

The replies wouldn't get off my mind. Are Niall and I a good couple? Are we meant to be?

I shook my head. Of course we're a good couple. We're obviously meant to be.

"Are you going to eat that?" Zayn suddenly spoke up. I shook my head, and gave it to him. It was basically untouched.

"Thanks," Zayn says, and began to eat it.

"Hey," Louis pouted. My eyes flicker over to him, "Yes?"

"Why not give it to me?" Louis asked, still pouting. I look over at Zayn, smiling, "Because Zayn is so much better than you, Louis. Zayn is bae."

"Wow," He slumped in his seat, rolling his eyes. Harry and Liam were too engulfed in their own conversation, something about hot air balloons and bunny rabbits, to hear ours.

"What about me?" Niall asks.

"You're Niall," I smile, hugging him from the side, "The best person out of One Direction, the one I truly love, and trust. The sweetest, kindest, most amazing boy I've ever met. Funny, annoying, but still amazing."

"And you're Morgan," he says, looking down at me, "no words needed."

I pout, "I spent a long time on my speech about you."

"You're simply too beautiful, and I have no words to describe you. No words can describe you, unless there's a word that combines of flawless, beautiful, amazing and talented," he smiles, kissing my nose.

"So I'm flawfulinged?" I ask. He laughed, "Sure."

"Okay, I mean, I'm glad you guys are back together and all but, ew," Louis interrupts.

I look over at him, "shush it."

"No," he stood up, and stuck his chest out, putting his hands on his hips, and smiles, "because I'm superman!"

I look away and over at Niall, "Who is that? I don't know him. Do you know him?"

"Nope," he says.

"We should get out of here," I mumble, as I see Louis walking to tables in the same position he was in.

"Come on," I say, grabbing Niall's hand and looking over at the other boys, "Let's go."

We all got up, sneaking out of the parlour. Unfortunately, Louis saw us.

"Wait for me!" he yelled, and ran out of the shop.

"We don't know you!" I scream, then begin to run, my hand still intertwined with Niall's, causing him to stumble along.

Soon enough, we were all running, away from Louis, who was frantically waving his arms around. Today's one of those days where I wish that I put my hair up.

Niall and I were at the back of the group, so I look back to check on Louis. He was still running too, but he looked tired. All of a sudden, my foot got caught on something, and I fell forwards on the sidewalk. I propped my elbows out, trying to save myself from going face first.

My knees scraped against the pavement, and so did my elbows.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Niall asks.

"Yeah," I mumble, standing up.

"The freak is gaining on us." Harry whispers.

"Let's just kidnap him and see what happens," Zayn shrugged.

"Guys," Louis pants, stopping beside us. My knees and elbows were stinging from the pain, but I ignored it.

"C... can we go to the hotel?" Louis sighs.

"Yeah, let's go." I said.

"Okay, I guess." Liam shrugs. "Are we taking the stranger with us?"

"Guys," Louis whines.

"Okay, okay," Harry and Liam say at the same time. They all walked ahead, leaving Niall and I behind. Niall called to them, "we'll be right there in a minute."

I watched as they nodded, and continued to walk forward. Then I fell to the ground, and immediately pulled off my sweater. I looked at my elbows, to see them covered with blood.

"OUch," I mumble.

"That looks really bad, Morgan," Niall whispers, inspecting my elbows. Then, he turned both my arms over, and looked at my wrists. "I love you," he says, looking over the cuts.

"I love you," I reply, then roll up my leggings, to look at my knees. They too, were covered in blood.

"It really hurts," I whine, then smile a bit, "I feel like a kid again."

"I bet it does hurt, babe. I'll carry you to the hotel, it'll hurt more if you walk," Niall says. I nod, and roll the pant legs back down, then put on my sweater again. Niall held out his hand, and helped me up. Then, he bent down and I hopped on his back.

"Free ride, yay!" I cheer, and wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist to keep me from falling.

For a couple minutes, we just walked and talked, until a man with a camera walked up to us. Paparazzi.

"Morgan, Niall!" The man says, quickly taking a picture.

"Yeah?" Niall asks, stopping. The man took another picture. I hid my face in Niall's hair.

"I saw you two back there," he says. Click, click. "And I saw everything that happened."

Click. Click.

I kept my face in Niall's hair.

"And Morgan, I didn't know you used to hurt yourself, I'm sure everyone would enjoy this news."

I felt like I needed to update so yeah i hope you liked this >~<