How We Met and Other Secrets

16-year-old Claire was always a nobody, until a world-famous boy band moves into her school, and it turns out that all five perfect boys have feelings for her! Which one does Claire pick, without hurting the others? Can she find true love with One Direction?


11. Niall

I fell back on the couch and let out a sigh. Niall did the same. He didn't put his arm around me, which I noticed. I tilted my head to look at him. His face was utterly perfect, but I knew he wasn't for me. I wasn't his princess. And that's what I told him.
"Niall..." I started. He pressed a finger to my mouth like he knew what I was going to say. But he didn't. He kissed me instead, but I didn't have the heart to pull away. It was obvious the kid was in love with me, and there was nothing I could do about that.
We lay in silence next to each other. I felt the beat of his heart as I lay my head on his chest and he stroked my hair. It must have been after about a half hour that I decided to go home. It was late already. I got up slowly and Niall opened the door for me. I kissed him again and then headed out into the crisp air. I blew fog with my breathe, and I felt like a little kid again. Until I saw a familiar Range Rover pull up. I squinted in the headlights and knew the unmistakable shadow of wild chocolate curls in the driver's seat. Harry squealed to a stop and then opened the window.
"Get in the car, Claire!" I heard him say. I could hear the playfullness in his voice and I could tell he was smiling. All of a sudden I smiled wide and scrambled for the passenger door.

When I got in and closed the door, I shivered and adjusted to the warmth of the car. I turned to Harry and he was smiling at me in that adorable way (*as a side note, everytime I put a parenthesis and a asterisk it's the author, not Claire. But you guys know what kind of smile I'm talking about right? The Harry smile. Not the Harry smirk, the Smile*) I smiled right back. I had no idea where we were going, but I thought it'd be fun. Out of the blue, Harry's rough hands cupped my chin and he kissed me right on the lips. My first thought was "God, I am so sick of all this kissing", but then I felt the way his warm lips touched mine, and I knew it was the most perfect kiss I've ever had in my life. He obviously had some experience. But then I thought maybe he was just a naturally excellent kisser. I put my hand on the back of his neck and played with the curls that I fell in love with. We didn't even notice a face in the driver's window, a face that was crying.
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