Brielle's P.O.V.

I slowly opened my eyes, the sun streaming through my window. No, Niall’s window.  I woke up fully and tried to get out of bed, but something was holding me down. I glanced down to see Niall’s arm locked around my waist, holding me to him. I tugged on his arm and he just tightened his grip.

“Niall,” I hissed, and poked his arm.

“Uhhhh,” he moaned in response, trying to bury his head against my stomach.

“Niall,” I said again, jabbing him a little harder.

“Muh,” he said, shaking his head slightly, eyes still closed.

I had to smile at the sleepy Irish boy in front of me. “Niall, I have to go,” I said.

This woke him up. “No,” he said plaintively, like a small child.

“Yes,” I said, slightly annoyed now.

“S’all bright,” he slurred, dropping his head on the pillow.

“That’s what happens during the daytime,” I snapped, fed up with him.

Niall looked up at me. His eyes were half-gummed together with sleep. “Stay,” he said, pulling me back down, holding me against him so I couldn’t possibly leave.

“Niall I have to go,” I whispered, my face muffled against his chest.

“No,” he said flatly.

I tried again. “I have to go, Niall. I’m sorry-”

“Why?” he asked, whining slightly.

“My mom thought that I was going to come back after the premiere,” I explained. “She’ll kill me if I don’t show up soon.”

“How old are you?” Niall asked.

I rolled my eyes.  “Niall I don’t have time-”

“How old are you?” Niall said, ignoring my statement.

“Twenty,” I sighed, now finger-combing through my hair.

“Twenty,” Niall said flatly.

“Yes,” I said, now getting irritated. “That’s what I said.”

“Really, cause I thought you were sixteen,” Niall said. I punched him in the arm. “Ow, what was that for?” he cried, rubbing his arm.

“I am not a sixteen year old,” I hissed in his ear. I tried to get away. “And I’m not going to get treated like I’m three!”

I managed to get one of Niall’s arms off of me, but before I could get out, he had an arm tight around my waist, holding me fast.

“Let me go!” I said, struggling. “Don’t make me hurt you!”

Niall laughed, so I punched him in the arm again. He winced and his grip loosened.

“That’s no way to treat your boyfriend,” he said.

“I’m so sorry,” I spat, still wiggling.

“I know what will cheer you up!” he sang, leaning towards me.

My eyes widened. “No, Niall don’t do it!”

His fingers found my sides and he tickled. I doubled over laughing, trying to get away from his probing fingers.  Niall’s eyes danced as he saw me flailing like an idiot, trying to get away. His fingers moved to my stomach, my tickle spot. My laughter turned to screams, and I pulled myself away.

I fell with a thump to the ground, my butt feeling bruised. Niall leaned over the side, eyes wide.

“Are you okay?” he asked frantically.

I decided to use this to my advantage. “No,” I winced, holding hand to my side. “I think I landed wrong.”

In a second, Niall was out of bed, next to me.

“Where does it hurt? Do you need some ice? Oh my God I am the worst boyfriend ever!”

I reached up and pinched his cheek then got up and ran away screaming. “Got you!”

I heard Niall yell from behind me so I booked it, making it to the door. I opened it and was greeted by a million flashes. I was momentarily blinded before someone yanked me back inside and pinned me against the door.

“What the hell where you thinking?” Niall yelled at me. “There are paparazzi everywhere!”

“I know that now,” I said, blinking spots out of my eyes.

Niall’s eyes softened. “I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”

“My eyes are the only things that hurt,” I said, still blinking.

“Yeah, those flashes are brutal,” Niall said sympathetically.

“I know,” I grumbled.

Niall looked like he wanted to yell at me more, but he was softening, I could tell. He leaned down and gave me a kiss. I accepted it, and he jumped and clapped his hands.

“Yay! You’re not mad at me anymore!” he ran into the kitchen, probably to eat his enjoyment.

I followed him in. “Niall, I really do have to go,” I said.

Niall froze in front of the fridge, and then turned to face me. “No,” he said.

“Niall, I’m sorry. But I have to go home,” I said apologetically.

“No,” Niall whined. “You can’t leave me here all alone.”

“Ni,” I tried. “I really have to-”

Niall cut me off. “What did you call me?”

“Ni?” I asked hesitantly.

Niall’s face broke out in a smile. “Then I can call you Bri!” he said excitedly.

“That doesn’t change the face that I have to go,” I said, ignoring the butterflies in my chest when he said my nickname.

Niall frowned, then crossed the room to pin me against the wall. “There. Now you can’t leave.”

I glanced at his hands, which were holding my arms to the wall. “Niall, you can’t keep me here forever.”

“Why not?” Niall challenged.

“I don’t live here,” I pointed out. “This would be kidnapping.”

“Then live here,” Niall said, his eyes gleaming.

“What?” I asked taken aback.

“Move in with me!” Niall said, more sure of the idea. “Come on, Bri, you stay here 90% of the time anyway.”

I found myself nodding. “Okay,” I blushed.

A broad grin spread across Niall’s face. “You’ll do it?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Say it,” Niall countered.

I raised an eyebrow. He raised one back at me. I said, “I’ll move in with you.”

Niall cheered and released me. “Come on, we can go get your stuff!”

I followed Niall to his car, smiling slightly at how happy the Irish boy was. He drove me to my mom’s house. I ran up the steps, dragging Niall with me, to my room. I quickly piled my clothes in random bags and shoved my other random necessities into another bag, making sure to hide my diary from Niall. When I turned around, he had my guitar case in one hand and a couple bags in the other.

On a sudden impulse I crossed the room and kissed him, thanking him for removing me from this deathly place I called home. Niall dropped my stuff and kissed back, pulling me closer to him. It was just a gentle kiss, nothing more, and Niall didn’t try to push it or anything. We broke apart and Niall pulled me back, mumbling when our lips separated.

“We gotta go,” I said, leaning my forehead against Niall’s.

“Why’s that?” Niall asked.

“My mom’s gonna catch us,” I said, and grabbed my guitar from him.

“It’s like I’m sneaking you out,” Niall complained.

“You kinda are,” I giggled, looking up at him. Oh Lord, I’m turning into one of those girls.

“You know, you can always ask your mom for permission,” Niall mused.

“No, Niall, you said it,” I said, smiling up at him. “I’m not ten, I’m twenty. I can do whatever I want. I am an adult.”

Niall grinned and kissed me, then grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs. I piled my stuff his car and got in the passenger seat. Niall started the car and drove away, holding my hand in his. He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles, and it soothed me. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and stared ahead, ready to go to my new home.

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