Princess

Songs of the chapter:

1. Love Story by Taylor Swift

2. Little Things by One Direction(This song *really* describes how Niall feels in this story if you were wondering)

Anyways, just a note - this whole story will be written from Rose's POV. There will be no switching. So from now on I will include songs that describe how Niall feels so that you can sorta see that, kind of like above. Now, onward with ze story!

P.S. Just so you know, Taylor is going to be come a HUGE part of this story. Like freaking main character. Just saying.

I was basically locked in the standing position and I couldn't move. Taylor freaking Swift approached me with her hands out, reaching for a hug. She was wearing a plain white oversized knit sweater with legging - damn, that woman can rock anything. She laughed when I tried to speak but nothing came out. She hugged me and I was finally able to move and hugged her back. "Taylor, I've wanted to meet you since 2006," I told her, with tears in my eyes.

I always knew Taylor was tall, but not this tall. I had to practically look up at her. I broke away from the hug and she said, "So, you're Rose, right?" I nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah. Oh my God this is a dream come true," a tear of happiness slid down my cheek. She smiled that award winning classic. Harry and Liam left soon enough to go start the soundcheck, and since I had to be there, Taylor and I followed them. 

It felt really good to talk to Taylor. I felt comfortable telling her my past, and she gave me great advice on how to get over it (Actually I met Taylor once in a coffee shop and she seriously is the sweetest person alive). We were watching the boys sing and perform Johnny B. Goode for the soundcheck. Some fans were already at their seats, laughing at the boys. Niall was playing the electric guitar - actually, it was one of the ones that he bought at Riff's when I was there.

While watching, Taylor eventually asked me in a girly tone, "So how are you and Niall?" 

I gave her a sideways glance, "We are perfectly fine. What have you heard about us?"

"Nothing really. It seems the Directioners like you as his girlfriend which is rare. They usually hate the girlfriends." I nodded, and decided to voice my opinion on Haylor, "I was actually a really big Haylor shipper back in 2013 when you two were dating." She raised one of her perfect eyebrows. "Yeah. I was mad at the rest of the fandom because they were so angry about it. But Harry looked so happy, and if he was happy, I was happy. And you looked happy too. It annoyed me how ignorant some people were, not even caring about how you two felt."

Taylor fell silent, not responding. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked, "Hey, are you okay? Did I say something bad?" She shook her head, her bangs falling into her eyes and responded, "No, it's just that you're right. I sometimes got annoyed too, because Harry and I really loved each other. The fans didn't care about our feelings because they just thought that we did it for publicity when it was honestly because we loved each other."

"Loved?" I asked quietly. Taylor shrugged, "I always loved him since then. Never stopped, not once. Sure I dated, Calvin, and a few other guys, but it was and always will be Harry." That's when I realized it. Taylor felt broken. She seemed so confused, and the look in her eyes said it all. 

"And do you think Harry loves you too?" I asked her, because she needs to know the truth - that he does.

"I don't even know. We didn't speak for nearly three years and now here we go again. Only this time I won't let our shitty managements break us up. We've gotten new ones since then anyways."

I nodded, "Well, he does love you and he will tell you. But you of all people know how guarded he is. It's not easy for him to talk about feelings and 'mushy' stuff." She nodded back and took a sharp breath, " Thanks, Rose. You're really kind and thank you for talking to me." I smiled at her, "It was. This was basically my dream come true. If you ever need me, to talk to or to be a shoulder to cry on, you can always come to me." 

We exchanged phone numbers and I excused myself to finish setting up, but we agreed to meet in the lounge later on. While setting up though, I noticed her and Harry talking in a farther corner backstage, both of them with little smiles dancing across their faces. I was hoping that after tonight's concert I wouldn't be the only one in the 1D Girlfriends Club. 

Exhausted, I sat in a beanbag chair in the lounge. Not even knowing, I found myself dozing off. I eventually woke up to the sound of screaming. I sighed, thinking, the concert has begun. Taylor came in shortly after, and sat down on the beanbag chair next to me. She had a huge smile on her face, and I had a good feeling about this.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked her, playfully poking her nose. She tucked her hair behind her ear and said, "Harry asked me to be his girlfriend again. But we're keeping it on the down-low for now." I nodded, understanding. I perked up, "I'm not the only one in the girlfriends club now!" Taylor laughed, and so did I. We chatted for another half hour until Lottie came running in, panting, and said, "Niall's mic isn't working." 

I groaned, "Another one? Seriously, we are going out tomorrow to get a shit load of new ones because these suck ass." Lottie agreed and I ran out to see Niall on the edge of the stage,  and he motioned for me to come out.

I did, and ran up to him with the spare headset. The other boys decided to keep the crowd occupied by answering questions for the time being. 

"Now, while the lovely Rose fixes Niall's mic, we will be answering questions from the crowd," Harry said. "But first, Rose, how long will it take?" I held up my hand with two fingers up, signaling two minutes. "Okay, so let's start with... you, over there..." and I didn't pay attention to the rest. "Hey, Rose," Niall said in a low voice. He was covered in sweat from head to toe. I responded, "G'day, leprechaun."

Reaching up to his head, I untangled the mic cords, and Niall put his hands on my waist. I ripped the tape that tape that was holding the mic in place next to his mouth. He yelped, causing his band mates to laugh. "You okay there, Nialler?" asked Louis. That cheeky monkey.

"I would be if she hadn't ripped the mic tape off," he yelled, causing the fans to laugh. He whispered to me, "Kiss the pain away?" I rolled my eyes pressed a small kiss to the spot on his cheek. You could hear people aww-ing in the audience. 

"And that there is the answer to the question, 'are Niall and Rose dating'," Liam said jokingly. "Shut it, Liam!" I yelled back at him. Niall chuckled while I put the new mic on. I muttered under my breath, "Tomorrow I'm getting new mics because these are so shitty. Who pays for this crap?" Niall shushed me and I turned on his mic.

Seems like he didn't notice, because next thing he said was, "Shut up, princess, and enjoy that you get to come out her to stand next to me." He looked around as the other boys fell silent for a second, then they burst out laughing, causing Niall to turn red. 

I started backing off the stage, "Have fun embarrassing yourself like always," I winked at the end, going back to the lounge. Taylor was standing in the doorway.

"If the fans didn't think that was cute, I don't know what is," she said, her eyes sparkling in the brightly lit room. I got off topic by saying, "Do you know how hot it is out there on the stage? Oh wait... You do." She laughed and said, "Yeah, but I got used to it, and I guess the boys did too. It's all worth it. To be able to go up there and look out at thousand of people... that's one thing I will never get used to." 

She turned to look at me and said, "Niall called you 'princess', huh?" 

I bushed. "He did..."

*******

Harry announced, "Okay, I'm going out with Taylor. See you chaps later." I said my goodbye to the both of them, and Taylor said she'd come to a few more shows in other cities if she was around. Before she left though, we took a selfie and put it on her instagram with the caption: The newest addition my squad! Better watch out because this girl is on fire @ rosewho. I liked it and reposted it.

Niall was sitting next to me on the couch. One of the tour managers, Ella, came in and told us that we could all stay at hotels tonight since we weren't going to leave for Boston until the late morning tomorrow. 

Kelsey, Lou, Lottie, and I all headed to go get a night's things from our bus and we waited for the boys. Funny how we all finished before them. Niall was the first to come out of their bus, and once Liam and Louis came out we went to the Intercontinental Hotel down the road from Madison Square Garden. Niall carried his duffel bag in one hand and held my hand with the other. 

Once in the hotel, it was time to divide up the rooms. Since it seemed that Harry was going to be staying with Taylor, Liam and Louis shared a room, while Niall got his own. Lou and Kelsey were going to share, and that left Lottie and me. 

We settled in when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I looked at the text, reading:

N: Come over & watch a movie with me ?

R: Sure :) be there in a sec

"Lottie, I'm going over to Niall's room to watch a movie," I told the girl who was practically asleep already, laying on top of the bed like a starfish. She mumbled, "Mhm. Stay safe." I gave her a thumbs up and headed to Niall's room which happened to be next door.

He opened the door and he was already wearing his pajamas. Well, if you can call it pajamas. He was shirtless with his plaid sweatpants on. Even though we are technically dating now, it was still strange for me to see him like this.

He let me in and already had a movie chosen on the TV. He'd chosen on of my favourites, and he knew it. "Let's go back to the future, Rose," he said in an American accent as he plopped down on his bed, leaning against the linen headboard. "Great Scott!" I commented. I followed suit and did the same. He started the movie and we didn't even talk - it was such a comfortable silence.

At the scene where Marty woke up at Lorraine's house in 1955. I asked  Niall a question. "Have you ever wanted to turn back time?"

He took his eyes off the television and looked me in the eyes. "Yes, but then I think that if I'd change anything, then it wouldn't have led to meeting you." I wasn't really sure how to react, but it seemed that Niall understood what was going through my head. He said, "I love that little smile you make when you're thinking." I gave him a quizzical look and replied, "That was random."

We watched the rest of the movie with my head on his bare chest, and his arm on my shoulders.  I loved laying with Niall like that. I could feel him living- his breathing, his warmth. By the end of the movie it was already two in the morning. I got up to go back to my room, when Niall grabbed my waist and whispered into my ear, "Stay with me?" I nodded, too tired to make the trip back to my room. 

I noticed that I was still wearing my dress from the morning when I was on Clevver, so I asked Niall timidly, "Do you have an extra shirt I could borrow to sleep in?" He went over to his bag and tossed me a white v-neck shirt. Niall stopped me when I was heading to the bathroom to get changed. He held my hand and said, "You don't need to be afraid to change in front of me. I won't do anything. It's okay." By now, my exhausted mind and body didn't care. He was still standing a meter in front of me when I pulled off the dress, leaving me in my bra and leggings, revealing myself and some more scars. Only these scars weren't from myself, they were from surgery.

"That's why I don't like to get changed in front of others," I pointed to the four inch scar extending under the left cup of my bra. Niall closed the space between us and rested his hands on my waistline, his body centimeters from mine. It felt like we were magnets being attracted to each other. He pressed a kiss to my lips and then pulled away to rest his forehead on mine.

He said softly and slowly, "I don't care if you have scars. That is what makes you you. You don't need to have a model's body because you are perfect to me." He then pressed a small kiss on the tip of my nose. I took that as my queue to step back, so I pulled his shirt over my head and then took off my bra. He grasped my hand again and led me to the bed. He linked his arms around my waist from behind and tugged me towards his body. He kissed the side of my neck and whispered, "Good night, princess."

D'aww fi the end of this chapter didn't give you the feels idk what does... anyways, I'll see if I can post another chapter later but I'm going to relax and catch up on watching Arrow for this afternoon.

All the love,

Juliet x