I'll Be Your Romeo

Samantha Levine hates One Direction. Well, not hate, she doesn't know much about them. It's more of a strong dislike.I mean, who can obsess over man-whorish, carrot-loving, boring, vain, hungry, boys? Plus, the one song she's heard of them is kind of annoying and whiny. But when the boys come knocking on Sam's door, what will happen? Read to see if Sam can change her feelings for these 'special' boys.


9. Chapter 8

Niall's P.O.V

"Hey Harry, can I talk to you outside?" I asked Harry. I really had a liking to Samantha, and he was acting like he did too. "Yeah, sure mate." Harry replied.

We stepped outside the door for a moment, leaving Louis and Sam alone.

"Alright Harry, I'm going to cut straight to the point. Do you like Samantha?" Harry stared at me, mouth opened slightly for a moment, then gave me a smirk. "What?!" I asked, irritated.

"Irish boy over here loves Sammie!" Harry teased, poking my stomach. "What?" I scoff, "No, no.."

"NIALL LIKE SAMMIE, NIALL LIKE-" I cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth. "Shut it! I do not!" He licked my hand. "Gross!" I said, wiping it on Harry's shirt.

"C'mon Niall. I'll leave her alone. Let's go back in." I gave him one of my famous 'Horan Hug's, and we stepped in. That's when I saw Louis, his lips pressed to Sam's forehead in a comforting way. My heart dropped, and anger burned inside of me. I frowned, and turned on my heel, storming out of the room.

I angrily tugged at my hair, cursing under my breath as I slid down the wall of the waiting room. How could I have though she'd like me? I'm short. I have braces. My hair is dyed. The fans don't like me as much as the other boys. The tears began to fall from my face, yet my expression was blank.  I wasn't good enough to be in the band. None of the fans like me. I'll never find my princess.

I tugged at my hair, over again. Soon enough, Louis, Harry, Zayn, and Liam found me. "Ni, I'm sorry, I know you like Sam. I was just comforting her. She was crying about those boys who beat her up-" Louis stopped talking, punched by Zayn. "You weren't supposed to tell him that!" "Oops." Louis muttered.'

"What?!" I snapped. "That's what happened to her! Where are they?" I screamed, getting some odd looks from other people in the waiting room. "Shh!" An old lady shushed me. I stood up, and ran to Sammie's room.

I bursted into questions once the door was closed behind me.

"Who hurt you? Why did they do it? Is that your secret? I know it hasn't been a week, but it was them, wasn't it?! I'll kick their fucking asses-" I looked at Sam, who was cowered down in fear, one hand covering her face. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly, taking her hand in mine as I sat down in the chair next to her.

"Y-you're scaring me N-Niall." Sam muttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just was so mad at those boys." I removed her hand from her face. She looked down. "Don't worry now, Niall. I'm getting a restraining order against them. They won't hurt me anymore."

"Hey, Sam?" I asked quietly. "Yeah?" "Do you think I'd get into a load of trouble if I beat their asses?"

She chuckled slightly. "Sorry Nialler, but, yes, I think you would." I leaned in close. She was getting a bit uneasy.

"Damn it." I whispered, as I leaned in closer. I looked at her lips, then back at her eyes, as if asking her permission. Sam smiled, and finnally, I pressed my lips hungrily to hers. I swiped my tounge along her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She allowed it, and we must've kissed for two minutes, before I drifted away from her, opening my eyes. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes as well.


"Yes?" I gave her a small smile.

"That was my first kiss."


"It was amazing."



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