Could This Really Be Happening

Ellie is your average girl. Until her dad becomes One Direction's new manager. When she finds herself falling for one of the boys, like she'd sworn not to do, will she stop it or let it go on? No hate please!:D For the Fan Fiction competition!

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103. My Dress

We got my bags from upstairs and carried them into Liam's room. The room had a purple bedspread and lamp. It was so strange that they had all of the rooms in the boys' favorite colors.

 

His room wa so nice and neat. I felt a little awkward, standing in his room, holding my bags.

 

" Ummm... Where do you want me to change at?" I asked.

 

" Oh, yeah. Oops, sorry. Ummm... You can change in the bathroom if your not comfortable with changing in front of me." He replied.

 

" No, it's fine. Uh, I guess I'll just change in here." I answered.

 

I began to take off my shirt, just when I caught Liam staring at me.

 

I quickly turned around, suddenly self-concious.

 

" Sorry. You're just... Perfect. I mean, not just your body, but everything." He shyly explained.

 

I just slowly turned back around and took off my shirt and shorts. Liam was already in his boxers. I put my bag on the bed and started to dig through it, looking for my semi-formal black dress. I found it, though i have no idea why it looked so different. It looked somewhat... Prettier.

 

It was strapless, and short. It had a tight-fitting upper part, with the bottom ruffled and glittery.

 

I started to step in it, and pulled it up. But the zipper was in the back.

 

" Ummm... Liam, can you help me with my dress?" I asked, walking towards him.

 

" Yeah." He replied.

 

He gently pulled the zipper up and turned me around. He was so much bigger than me. He was so tall compared to me.

 

" You look gorgeous, as always." He complimented.

 

" Ummm... Thanks." I shyly replied.

 

Liam's shirt was tucked in his pants, unbuttoned. I started to button his shirt up for him. Once I got to the top one, I tilted my head upwards to look into his eyes. He was looking at me. I closed my eyes, as did he. We both leaned in and kiss. I stood on my tippy-toes to wrap my arms around his neck. He put his hands firmly on my waist, pulling me gradually upward.

 

He pulled away from the kiss and stared into my eyes. I love him, I think I really do.

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