Jessica Moore finds herself in any girls dream position...meeting One Direction.

For her 18th birthday her two best friends Alyssia and Megan arrange a special day out, but when things go from bad to worse, what will she decide? What seems like the perfect position may backfire as easily as it all started...


9. You'll Never Walk Alone


Niall's P.O.V.

"What are we doing today then smelly?" Jess asked as she slumped down on the sofa. I had finally managed to get everyone to go out after determining that I could easily take care of her by myself. Bar the odd bruising and healing cut on her head she actually looked ok, just needed a little more sleep was all.

"Don't call me smelly!" I retaliated by throwing some hot out of the microwave popcorn at her as I launched myself over the back of the sofa and onto what little space there was next to Jess, as she was sprawled out across the majority of it

"You're the one that smells" I winked at her

“Bitch did not just go there” she glared back and pounced on me. I don't quite know how, but from there we managed to end up in a massive heap on the floor, all of the sofa cushions dismantled and spread out over the cream carpet. She was now pinning me down, clearly a lot stronger than she looked, and her face was inches from mine. She was smiling again like nothing had ever happened, everything felt right again and I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her...but there was something that wasn't quite right. Maybe it was because of what I had so recently witnessed her go through, or maybe it was something else altogether, but I eventually decided against it.

Jess' P.O.V.

We eventually settled to rent The Hunger Games as I felt it was a complete outrage that Niall hadn't already seen it. "He's so beautiful" I swooned over Josh Hutcherson a.k.a. Peeta Mellark, as a very disgruntled Niall glared on from beside me "What's got your knickers in a twist" I giggled, prodding his cheek

"What's he got that I don't" he grumbled out making no eye contact with me whatsoever

"Mr Horan do not tell me you’re jealous!" I was seriously shocked. I mean yeah ok, Josh Hutcherson is gorgeous. But Niall is way more attractive and a hell of a lot sexier than Josh could and would ever be in my eyes "Don't be so silly" I sighed, nestling my head once again into his chest as I spoke "if it's any consolation, I don't have any posters of him up in my room. I have about 20 of you” As I said this I felt him chuckle, it was so effortless being with him. I was now practically lying on top of him, he held the popcorn bowl on one side of him and with his free hand he very carefully stroked my dark brown hair that easily fell down past my shoulders.


I woke up to the feeling of Niall's phone vibrating in his pocket, clearly he hadn't been awake for much longer as I had as the film was rolling the closing credits and he was rubbing his eyes. He grabbed his phone and looked at the caller ID

"Urm, I best take this...be back in a second sweetie" he said, leaping up from the warm spot on the sofa where he had been laying, leaving me with a small kiss on my forehead

"Yeah ok" I called after him, not that he would have heard me as he had already answered his phone.

*knock knock*

Niall was in his room with the door firmly shut, still on the phone. I got up from the sofa and bounded over to the door and looked through the peephole. No paparazzi or media, I sighed with relief when I saw the doorman stood holding a box - what must have been the delivery Niall was waiting for. After I signed for his package I took the parcel from the man, shut the door and placed it on the table. It's a well-known fact that I love surprises and presents, and that I have the patience of a ticking time bomb…so not opening this box was completely out of the question. He had been on the phone for almost half an hour now, it's his own bloody fault. I ripped the brown tape off of the box and flung the flaps of the cardboard open. Wow, how anticlimatic. I pulled the folded green material out of the box and held it up at arm’s length. It was the newest home shirt of Derby County with 'Horan' clearly printed in white along the back, no surprise there then. I had to pity Niall's choice in football team, fair enough it was his home club and all that, but it's quite obvious that Liverpool are the best. 'You'll Never Walk Alone' and all the jazz.


Another 30 minutes and a bowl of cereal later Niall was still on the flippin' phone. Jesus. Who was he even talking to? Without sounding selfish, wasn't he meant to be spending the afternoon with me? Right. I pulled his hoody and shirt off over my head and shoved the Derby top on with disgust. Strolling over to his room I caught my reflection in the mirror that's mounted on the wall in the hallway, in all fairness I did look a lot better. I now had my natural colour back in my cheeks and the black circles under my eyes were fading rapidly. I looked a lot like me again...thank goodness. I took the last few remaining steps up to Niall's room and swung the door open.

Niall's P.O.V

I was sat on my bed - phone on loudspeaker - facing the open door where Jess was now stood in a pose that made her look like she was a model on a catwalk - a profession she could quite easily get into.

"Tadaa!" she squealed looking overly impressed with herself. She was sporting my Derby top as she did a little twirl. She looked perfect, more than perfect if that was even possible.

"You look amazing" I said without even thinking

"Who does darling? Oh I’m sorry do you have company?" I heard my mum’s concerned voice coming from my phone. I glanced up at Jess again who was now sat on the other end of my bed looking utterly embarrassed; her hands hiding her flushed red cheeks

"Mum don't worry it's only Jess, Jess Moore? You remember who I was telling you about?"

"Hi Niall's mum" Jess finally managed to squeak out

"Oh yes I remember! Niall's told me a lot about you dear, you must come visit us sometime soon!" think it’s best I interfere now actually

"I have to go now mum I'll talk to you later…yeah…love you too, bye!" I don't think I could have hung up any faster.

"May I ask why you're wearing my Derby shirt?" I said as I pulled Jess over to me in a massive hug

"May I ask why you've been telling your mum about me?" she said, matching my quizzical tone

"Touché" I laughed as her eyes met mine in what was an attempt at pulling a serious face

"And I'm not really sure why I'm wearing this when Liverpool are clearly a much better team"

"Liverpool? Are you being serious? They're a load of crap!”

“You say that, but who ended up higher on the league table last season? Exactly, now turn around so I can take this green thing off of me” I did as she told me, deliberately rolling my eyes. This girl likes football? What? The perfection of this girl is actually starting to seem unreal, there had to be a catch, surely?

“You can turn back around now Blondie” she giggled, hand gripping me on my shoulder and spinning me round to face her. Her breath lingered on me as she fluttered her eyelashes “You like my top yes?” No I really didn’t. She was now wearing the rival red colour and the Liverpool emblem sat perfectly on her chest.

“I hate it” I said simply, laughing in her face as she pretended to look hurt. I studied her carefully as we stood there in silence. A tiny scar was just above her left eyebrow and another below it, her eyes were a dazzling blue but one was slightly greener than the other. I felt the overwhelming urge again, this time I decided to go with it, why ignore it? Fact was I really liked her, Jessica Moore was everything I ever wanted and looked for in a girl…and possibly even better than I ever could have imagined…

I leant in, my lips instantly hit hers and I swear – no matter how cliché it sounds – I actually felt the fireworks. I felt like she completed me, like this was where and who I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life. I never wanted to let her go. My arms eventually made their way around her tiny waist and hers linked around my neck, it was a relief, I didn’t think she liked me half as much as I liked her.

What felt like hours later we finally stopped kissing each other, but something was wrong. She had a single line of tears dripping down from her eye as she looked at me guiltily

“I..I have a boyfriend”

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