Truly, Madly, Deeply

(This is what the apartment where the boys live looks like. Just ignore the lower pictures from Doctor Who XD) (Also I just decided to include the link to "Truly Madly Deeply" because you'll read about it) 

Also get a box of tissues ready in case you have soft feels cause this is gonna hit you RIGHT THERE

Niall opened the door, still a tight hold on my wrist, and Michael was standing outside. I quickly pulled my hand away from Niall and hugged my brother, hanging off of his neck like a sloth. "I missed you too, Rosie Posie," he laughed, and at this point I didn't care that he called me by my embarrassing childhood nickname in front of Niall.

I was still thinking about what Niall had said about getting a job on their tour. I feel like Mum would be okay with it as long as I get credit for uni, or start a year later. It would be a good experience and prepare me even more for uni. But first, I need to talk to Michael about it.

By now, we were all sitting in the living room, and Michael and Niall were engrossed in a conversation about One Direction's music, which - by the way - us fangirls probably know more about than the band themselves. 

"Now down to business," Niall began. "Earlier today at a meeting with management we were informed that we need a new instrument technician for our world tour. Seeing that Rose has interest in that, we thought t' offer her the job. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Michael was dead silent. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked at me. "What about uni?" he asked, and my stomach churned. I replied as calmly as I could, "I can try to put it off a year. This would be amazing." He though again in silence and then said quietly, "I'm okay with it. But you have to talk to Mum because she's the toughie." "But she's not tougher than you," I said.

Michael yawned, but continued, "Now Niall, I've got something to tell you." Niall nodded and leaned forward from his seat. "If you do anything to hurt my little sister, or do something without her permission I will personally rip off your-" and I covered my lovely older brother's mouth before he could say anything more. "He will make sure I am removed from the job immediately," I glared at Michael. Niall tried holding in his laughter but couldn't after a few seconds and snorted. He sobered up in a few moments and said seriously, "No, I'll make sure she is treated with the utmost respect from everyone."

A little bit later, Michael left. The other three boys in the apartment came out at one point or another, and we just had friendly conversation. "Who wants dinner?" I asked after Niall started complaining about starving to death. All four were ecstatic at the idea. "I'll be needing an assistant as usual," since I am usually here around dinner time, I have basically become their cook. Today Niall wanted to help, but I'm pretty sure it's just so he can steal a bag of crisps while 'helping' me.

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"No! Niall what did I say about adding more cheese?!" I scolded him like a five year old. He shrugged and gave me his best puppy dog eyes. The mac and cheese had basically become cheese plus a tiny bit of macaroni, all because Niall measured 2 cups of cheese instead of 1, and now he added even more. 

I place the bowl in the middle of the table where the boys were sitting, and they started fighting over who gets to scoop the damn food. Well, all except Daddy Direction himself, who just sat there and told me to wait it out. Meanwhile such 'threats' could be heard:

"Harry, I'll take your favourite shampoo."

"No more cookies for Niall."

"Louis you can't go to the club."

I had enough of the bickering after a few minutes. I just grabbed the bowl and put in back in the kitchen. None of them had noticed until a confused Niall asked, "Where did th' food go?" I smirked and said, "Nobody gets food if you keep on fighting over it," crossing my arms. All three of the five year olds trapped in twenty-something year old bodies stopped and sat down calmly. 

"Now," I said, really treating them like toddlers, "Liam is going to serve because he stayed out of it." Liam kept on snickering.

I thought it was going to be a calm dinner until halfway through it, someone decided to launch melted cheese across the table at me - specifically, my cheek. Based on the area from which it came from, it had to be the cheese master himself, Niall Horan. 

Turning into a bit of a five year old myself, I narrowed me eyes at him, "Game on, Horan," and I flicked some back at him. Now Louis groaned and asked, "Is it my turn to be the babysitter?" Niall and I were cracking up. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and Niall followed suit. We stood in the hallway and were still laughing. "You better not being doing anything you'll regret, Horan! Remember what her brother said!" Harry yelled jokingly.

Instantly, Niall brought his body so close to me that barely a millimeter of space was between us. I could feel his breathing hot on my neck. "And just what are you planning on doing, Horan?" I challenged him. He plastered a goodly grin on his face. "I'm going to hug you goodbye, silly." 

I raised my eyebrows. "Getting rid of me already?" I acted hurt and pulled away and ran into the kitchen and put my fingers to my lips signaling to the other boys to keep quiet. "Niall, that's it. For the last time, NO!" I went to the door and the man himself trapped me body in between him and the doorframe.

I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "You fell for it," I whispered, while Niall was dangerously close to my face. At the same time, I could hear muffled talking from the kitchen. "What was that?" I yelled, and Louis replied sassily, "Just make out already!"

My face turned red. I could feel the tomato redness coming on. I saw Niall's face doing practically the same, only he wore a small smile on his lips. I reached behind me to the doorknob and slipped out the door. I'm not ready to do that, not yet. It pained me to think about it. I was still standing outside their apartment when I could hear yelling inside. 

"What the fuck, Louis?" I heard an upset Niall yell. As he went farther away, I could hear less and less. I slumped down on the wall to the right of the door and a sob escaped my lips. 

Thoughts ran through my head at a million miles an hour. Do I like Niall? Would he like me back? Am I just his temporary fix? I have no idea. After my last relationship in high school, I'm afraid to enter anything. I even told Niall about it one night during our midnight conversation. I had a boyfriend named Wesley, and he was popular. I fell for him, he was playing me. For months, I fell for it, just to find out he wanted to see how long he could toy around with my feelings. I can't help but fear it will happen again. The sobs now racked through my body and I looked outside off the staircase and into the starry night, wishing my fate had been different. I slowly realized that, ironically, I felt like a One Direction song. I was truly, madly, deeply falling in love with Niall Horan. Of course, every fangirl thinks she is in love with him, as I did too. But now I truly feel that way. I know Niall, he is one of my best friends now. And somehow he managed to kick all my walls in.

The door next to me creaked open and a figure came outside. I didn't want to see who it was, in fear of who it might be, so I kept on looking at the full moon and the stars surrounding it. I heard him sit down next to me. I caught a whiff of his scent, and I knew immediately it was Niall. I rested my head in my hands, covering my eyes. He pulled me into his side and rubbed my back with his hand. "Shhh, it's going to be okay. We're going to be fine," he whispered calmly. If only he knew what his voice did to me - my heart was leaping, and it felt like someone had just planted a hundred butterflies in my stomach. 

I slowly turned to face him. Tears were still streaming down my face (omg sorry to point this out now but Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift anyone?). With his free hand, he wiped the tears off of my cheeks. He left his hand right where it was, cupping my cheek, as he leaned in. Right as our lips grazed, I pulled away. 

No. I can't be manipulated again. I can't fall into the trap again. I got up and started running down the stairs at the fastest speed my feet could carry me, still crying. As I got outside and was in front of the building, I heard feet against the pavement behind me, and an irish voice saying, "Rose!" I kept on going as fast I could, but he was faster, and caught up to me.

Niall caught my arm and spun me around towards him. "Niall, I need to ask you something," I told him, my voice cracking. He nodded. I continued, "Am I your 'temporary fix?' Or your toy? Or the person you can tease and use to make you food? What am I to you?" I started getting angrier and fresh, hot tears sprung from my eyes. I could see his eyes start to sparkle with tears too. "No, Rose," he sounded desperate. "No, you are my best friend. And I... I..." he didn't finish the sentence. "Seeing you hurt and broken down makes me feel like that too. It pains me to see you like this. I want to fix you, your heart," and a tear left his right eye.

Now it was my turn to wipe the tear from his cheek. "I'm not a broken toy that can just simply be fixed, Niall. Some pieces of me have been stolen and I can't regenerate them. They're gone forever," I said quietly, and I was surprised he could hear it. I turned around without another word and went to my car and drove home, where I cried myself to sleep.

So, uh sorry y'all if this hit you too hard. I know I felt pained just writing this. Update again tomorrow just to make sure you don't worry about Rosie Posie to much. This chapter is slightly shorter than usual, but I figured since it is jam packed with feels that's okay.

All the love, 

Juliet