More Than This

First, lets get something straight. Call me Dani, not Danielle. Second, I know One Direction. That doesn't mean I love them. More or less like them. Third, we are all just friends not best friends, just friends. That's all we'll ever be. At least I think. Also just because I'm staying with the boys, doesn't mean I'm gonna like it. It also doesn't mean that it's not gonna be interesting though.


7. I Didn't Know That


Chapter 7






"Wake up Dani! Wake up!" Harry yells in the middle of my dream. In my dream I was in a hotel room, kissing Niall. That was the first dream I've had of him.

I snuggled further into a pillow next to me. Funny. That pillow was really warm. And way too soft. Oh well.

"Um Dani. As much as I want to stay in bed. I'm really hungry." Niall says.

"Hm?" I open my eyes. "Oh! Sorry Niall." I say, letting him go. I thought he was a pillow. That was probably really awkward.

"It's alright Dani." Niall says. He gets up out of the bed and picks me up bridal style. Will this be a regular thing. He carries me to the kitchen.

"Can you make me those eggs again?" Niall asks. "Please!"

"Sure." I say, smiling.

"Hey I want some eggs!" Louis yells as he enters the kitchen.

"Alright," I say. I cough.

"You alright?" Niall asks.

"I'm f-f-" I sneeze. "Fine."

"I think you sick," Louis says. He feels my forehead. "Your foreheads warm. Maybe you should go lay down."

"Fine," I don't argue. I hop to the bed. "Wait! Niall, can you call my mom and tell her I'm s-s-st" I sneeze again. "Staying for an extra week,"

"Sure Dani," Niall says.

The boys finally leave to get food. So I take that time to writ in my diary.

December 13 

Dear Diary,

I'm sick. I'm coughing and sneezing. I forgot to write yesterday because Niall and I went on a 'date'. Harry interrupted us four times! I had a dream that I got to kiss him last night. I'm really tired. So I'm gonna take a nap.

~ Dani 


I lay down on the bed and have a dream. A nightmare more or less. It was a dream that I had often. Although I hadn't dreamt about it in a while.

I was 6 and I was in the car with my dad. He was driving to get pizza. We were laughing and laughing. My dad takes his eyes off the rode for a split second cause I couldn't get my seatbelt back on, and we crashed. My dad died. Not in my dream but in reality. It was all my fault. I was okay. I didn't get hurt. But my dad he died.

"Dad!" I scream. "Daddy no! Come back dad! Don't leave me."

"I l-love you Bambi," those were my dads last words.

My nickname was Bambi. That's what my dad had called me when I was little because when I first tried to walk, my legs wobbled and I fell back down. Just as Bambi had done in that movie.

"Dani! Wake up!"

"Don't leave me dad! Please!" I yell.

"Dani! Wake up!" Someone shakes me.

I open my eyes to see Niall. He gives me a worried look. I sit up.

"Are you okay Dani? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks me.

I nod.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

I nod again and he sits on the bed. Just across from where I was sitting. He looks me in the eyes.

"My dad died when I was just 6 on my birthday. He was taking me out for pizza. I couldn't get my seatbelt on. So he helped me. But-but he got into a crash. It was all my fault! His last words to me were 'I love you Bambi'." I start to sob.

"No. Don't cry. I'll start crying," Niall says.

"I'm sorry Niall. I just really miss my dad. He was like my best friend and it was just all my fault. He just meant so much to me. I just-" I'm cut off by Niall kissing my cheek gently. I blush.

"Now, go back to bed Bambi," Niall says.

I lay back down and touch the spot where he kissed me on the cheek. He kissed me. On the cheek!


*Niall's POV*

"Did you kiss her?" Harry asks as I walk into the kitchen. The boys gather around in anticipation.

"No, not yet. But don't rush me. Guys, she had a bad dream about her dad dying." I say back.

"Niall! Like you told us, she likes you. Right?" Harry proclaims.

"Right," I mutter.

"And you like her. She's been here for 5 days. If it were me, I'd have kissed 2 days ago!" Harry argues.

I give him a shove.  

"But your not me!" I fight back.

"That's true," he mutters. "Look if you don't have the guts to kiss her by tomorrow them I'll take matters into my own hands. And you and her WON'T like it," he says.

"Fine," I growl. "But if you make it into a dare or something, I'm moving out of town, changing my name to Jerry, dying my hair blue, and opening a restaurant called Ohio!"

"Get the dye ready," he smirks.

"Harry!" I groan. Giving him a shove.


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