Be True to Me.

Claire Malone has been tormented by Niall Horan ever since her best friend left Claire her flat to watch over it while she was at school. Claire has dealt with Niall long enough and decides to take a stand. But when Claire takes a stand Niall decides to pour out his heart. WHAT!?! And to make things worse, the media already consider Claire, Niall's girlfriend! Great. Can things get any worse for her?


9. Whoa!


Chapter 9

Claire's POV

"Niall please, just 5 more minutes..." I pleaded, pulling the duvet further over my head.

"No, Claire. Come on." He tugged on the comforter.

"Ugh." I sat up, running a hand through my messy bed hair. "Well. At least someone's dressed...and looking mighty handsome." I smiled.

"Thank you." Niall swooped in and planted a quick kiss right on my lips.

He was wearing his favorite grey and green OBEY snapback, his all black ray-bands sat at the top of his hat's brim. He wore a "Premium Leprechaun" graphic tank top with beige cargo shorts, hightop green converse and his shamrock necklace.

"Ew, morning breath." He joked.

"Shut up." I threw my pillow at him and stretched out my arms.

"Now go get ready!"

* * *

"Alright, I'm ready!" I sprinted out the bathroom, still grasping my blush brush in one hand.

"Hey, you stole my hat!" Niall chuckled, smacking the brim down on his superman hat I wore.

I was wearing his hat backwards with a grey cardigan and a blue tank top, red skinny jeans and grey low top converse. I just threw on different bracelets, not really caring how stupid they looked.

"Okay so um grab your bags, we gotta go." Niall pulled his Ray-band's over his eyes, rolling his two green Jansport suitcases in circles.

I grabbed my two carry-along bags and swung them on my shoulder.

"Let's go."

* * *

"Hey Claire..." Zayn said coyly, rubbing his neck.

"Oh hey Zayn." I yawned.

"Not fair why can't Eleanor come?" Louis pouted jokingly.

I rolled my eyes. Patting my pocket for my phone only to remember I don't have one. "Shit, Niall you owe me a phone!"

He flashed me a toothy smile. "Already covered."

"Cool now where is it? Gimme gimme." I held out my arms.

He held up his index finger, grinning evily.

God, he knew I was impatient and hated waiting. He could be so juvenile sometimes.

" the bus supposed to pick us up here?" Harry asked, pushing his hair out his eyes.

"Yeah. Pretty sure of it." Liam assured Harry.

"Never fear, Daddy Direction is here!"
Niall said in a deep voice foolishly.

The whole room broke out in a chorus of chuckles, except me. I felt kinda awkward and displaced here. I know thousands of girls would kill to be in my place but I didn't really feel all that "lucky". I felt odd. Half of me wanted to me at home watching re-runs of Gossip Girl and the other half wanted nothing more than to be here supporting Niall.

"Preston texted, the bus is here." Zayn uttered, standing up.

Everyone grabbed their luggage and walked out, following Zayn, except me.
I stayed in my seat.

"Claire, what are you waiting for? The bus is here." Niall asked, looking a bit confused.

"I'm a bit...scared..." I mumbled.

"You? Claire Malone? Scared?" He placed his hands on my shoulders, his sexy thick Irish accent sending chills down my spine.

I nodded, biting my lip nervously.

"Hey, there's nothing to be scared of because I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you, I love you Claire." He smiled.

"I love you too." I blushed, pressing my lips against Niall's. He pulled away, blushing.

"Alright, let's go now." He grabbed my hand, leading me out.

* * *

"Looks like everyone's asleep...." I muttered.

"Not everyone."

I turned around to see Zayn, holding a book in one hand and glasses in another.

"No way, you wear glasses?" I laughed.

"Only for reading." He grinned slightly.

I chuckled, turning to look at the road through the bus windows as we drove to wherever we were going.

"This is overwhelming." I sighed.

"What is?" Zayn asked, as he squinted at a page in his book.

"All the attention. The hate. The never having privacy. I mean I get privacy, but when I go outside there's always paparazzi shouting "Where's Jessica?" or a girl calling me a slut. Sometimes, I wish I could just go back to the way things were before."

"Sometimes I feel the same way. Sometimes I just want to give it all up."

"I know right? Niall is so sweet and I love him but God, sometimes I need a break from it all." I flopped onto the couch next to Zayn frowning.

"None of the boys listen to me when I mention this. Can't believe you understand where I'm coming from and you're not even a huge "celebrity"."Zayn smiled.

"Yeah, Niall's always like "Just don't listen to them Bleh Bleh Bleh"." I tried to mock his Irish accent, causing Zayn to burst out laughing.

"Hey it's not funny." I giggled.

"I'm sorry, but you're terrible at accents." Zayn simpered.

"Oh yeah?"

I inched closer to him.


I got a bit more closer.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Couldn't be more sure."

"Oh really?"

"Yes reall-" Zayn trailed off. Our noses were almost touching. He was gazing into my eyes and I couldn't help but to gaze into his.

He was so handsome and he got me and we connected. He seemed so...perfect.

Then he moved in and...
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