I was still waiting for her answer. If she loves someone else, I don't know what I would do. Seeing James and Jamie together, looking like they were on a f***ing date...
Jamie scoffed and crossed her arms. She's mad. Her wet and tangled hair hung in loose curls, framing her face. Still, she was so beautiful. "Of course I love him. Just like I love Liam,Harry,Louis and Zayn. They're like my brothers. But I'm not IN love with any of them. The only one I'm IN love with is YOU,Niall," she answers me, her voice shaky. Her cheeks are red, her eyes watery. "How many times do I need to tell you that?" she huffs, and storms off, slamming the door shut behind her.
Oh, you're such a f***ing idiot, Nialler, I thought to myself, all the anger dissipating.
"You're an idiot,Niallator," Liam, whose standing in my doorway,shaking his head,tells me.
"I know," I groan, running my fingers through my hair. This is why I don't talk too much in interviews. I'll just end up saying the wrong thing or swearing on national television. I cursed myself for being Irish and having a temper that comes with being one.
"She bought you a meatball marinara,you know," Zayn reminds me, walking up behind Liam,finishing the last of HIS sandwich. Now I felt twice as guilty. I have to go apologise. I squeezed past Liam and Zayn, who were blocking the doorway. I knocked on her door and shoved my hands in my pockets,waiting for her to open the door. I heard a bad cough.
"Yeah?"she answers, in a rough voice.
"It's me," I reply. Silence. Meanwhile, Louis takes this opportunity to grab my head under his armpit and rubs his knuckles on my head. The lads were chuckling but I wasn't in the mood right now so I reached over and pulled his underpants up,giving him what the Americans call a 'wedgie'. One of my fantastic fans told me about it via Twitter one day. ''Ow!'' Louis whimpers, immediately letting go and clutching his crotch. And I can't help it-despite the tension in the air, I was chuckling. I always laugh at the wrong time. But finally, the door opens just a crack and Jamie peers to look at us. Her hair is a mess, her eyes are bloodshot and her nose is red. I cursed myself again, for making her cry. ''Hey, can I come in?'' I asked softly. Jamie snifled and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. Nevertheless, she pulled the door open and let me enter her room. ''Good luck,mate,'' Zayn mouthed as I closed the door behind me. I gave him a weak smile. She was in a robe and under the covers, a few tissue boxes around her. She looked horrible. ''I'm sorry,'' I started, my hands in my pockets. ''I'm an idiot.'' She snorted, followed by a series of sneezes. She wiped her nose and cleared her throat before replying. ''Yeah you are,'' she stated, smirking. ''The only boy I'm in love with is you,Niall.'' ''I know,'' I said, believing it. ''And I've never felt this way about anyone but you..'' ''Oh, come here,you little leprechaun,'' she invited, patting the spot beside her. I gladly joined her and lay on the bed with her, staring up at the ceiling. ''And I'm sorry for making you cry,'' I apologised, propping my head on my elbow to look at her. She arched her eyebrows and then gave a look that said 'really?''. ''I wasn't crying,'' she tells me. ''I just should've thought it through better before I decided to play in the rain. I think I'm falling sick.'' And she sneezes. That's adorable. ''Well,have you taken a shower?'' She nodded and snuggled up under the blanket. ''Why don't you put something warm on, rather than that robe?'' ''Well, I was ABOUT to when you came in.'' ''So, you're naked under the robe?'' She glared at me but didn't answer. ''Hold on,'' I told her, jumping out of the bed. I swung the door open, and the boys-who had been eavesdropping-tumbled to the ground. Damn those thin doors. I shook my head as they stared wide-eyed at Jamie in bed, checking her body up and down. ''Perverts!'' I heard her laugh-yell. ''Isn't seeing Harry naked enough for you lot?'' Yes, Harry still walked around naked. Mostly. Jamie just never looks in his direction when he's here. Which is most of the time since the lads usually come over to my place since I have the widest variety of food and because Jamie's here. They really like her. And I'm glad they do. ''Don't pretend like you don't like it!'' Harry replied, chuckling. Jamie groaned. I finally found what I was looking for and ran out of my room, leapt over the lads like an Irish leprechaun and slammed the door shut. ''Here,'' I said, handing her one of my favourite jumpers and a pair of my loose,thick trousers. ''You're borrowing me your clothes?'' ''Yeah. Since...your my girlfriend so it's alright for us to share clothes,right?'' I asked,unsure. I haven't been in a serious relationship since X-Factor so I was still kinda new to this stuff. ''Yeah,'' she agreed,smiling. She got out of her bed and looked at me. ''I'm not ready for you to see me naked yet,though,'' she joked. ''Turn around.'' ''Oh,'' I blurted out and quickly did. I thought of sneaking a peak but...not right now. ''Done,'' she sang, her voice hoarse. She hopped back into bed and I followed suit. ''Do you want to cuddle?'' ''You know I love cuddling with my Nialler but I don't want to be responsible for getting a member of 1D sick.'' ''Just come here,'' I pleaded, opening my arms for her. She finally relented and cuddled with me, her cheek resting on my chest. I played with her strawberry-scented shampoo, twirling it around in my fingers. ''Love?'' I called, not surprised if she didn't answer. She probably fell asleep because her breathing was shallow and slow, her eyes half-asleep. ''Hmm?'' she answered, her eyes fluttering open. The sun was setting as I stared out her window. ''Why don't we talk about sex?'' ''Pardon me?'' she asked,shocked. She turned her face up to look at me, her cheeks flushed. Then, she looked at my chest and drew circles on it with her nimble fingers. ''You heard what I said,'' I replied, kissing the top of her head and breathing in her scent. ''Well,'' she started. ''I don't wanna do it yet,'' she murmured. She clears her throat. ''Call me old-fashioned but I only wanna do it after marriage. I'm sorry,'' she apologises, scooting herself further away. But I don't let her move away and instead, I pull her chin up and press my lips to hers. ''Don't apologise,love. I fully respect that. And I can wait. There aren't many people like you around anymore. But that just makes you even more special,'' I tell her,stroking her cheek. ''You're gonna fall ill,Nialler,'' she warns. ''At least I got to kiss the girl I love,'' I reply,making her roll her eyes but smile at the same time. ''Wait,'' she says suddenly,looking up at me again. ''You can....wait?'' she asked,timidly. ''Yeah,'' I answered. ''I think I wanna marry you,'' in Bruno Mars' 'Marry You' tone. ''Someday,'' I continued,smiling. She beamed,her eyes twinkling. ''I'd like that. I'd like that very much.'' Whoa. Look at me. Nialler's actually committing to something. But the girl I love is right in front of me. And I don't want to let her go. ''Hey Niall?'' she murmurs. ''Hmm?'' ''I love you,'' she says. I smile. ''I love you too,'' I answer, kissing the tip of her nose. ''Now,rest,'' I instructed, hugging her tighter and pulling the covers around us. Our legs were entangled in each others, our arms around each other. Just then, Jamie's phone on the bedside table rang, playing her ringtone of my solo in 'Little Things'.. I smiled at that. I handed it over to her, since the caller ID said it was her 'Aunt G' even though she groaned. I raised one of my eyebrows at her. ''Don't even start,'' she warned,raising a finger. I hopped out of bed as she stared at the ringing phone in her hand. ''Don't get me wrong. I LOVE the ringtone but it won't answer itself,love. You should pick it up,'' I advised her. She groaned. ''Do I have to? Really? She's just going to remind me about the 'will','' she said, grimacing and making the 'apostrophe's with her fingers. ''Yes,love,'' I repeated, nodding. ''Do you want some tea?'' ''Yes,please. Thank you,Niall,'' she thanked,appreciatively. ''Wish me luck.'' ''Good luck,'me','' I joked as she rolled her eyes. ''Here we go again,'' she muttered, swiping her finger across her Iphone to answer the call. ''Hey Auntie Gertrude!'' she greeted, unusually cheerful.
(A/N: hi! :) I was wondering...if I were to do a twitcam or smth like that, would you guys watch it?)