Someone tweeted a picture of me and Niall, kissing by the elevator this morning. How did they get that?
"Abby what's wrong?" Niall asks, looking concerned. I smile. He is so sensitive.
"Someone tweeted a pic of us kissing this morning. How do they get the pictures?" I show him the picture, and he grins. "What?"
"Oh nothing, it's just, it looks like we are perfect for each other." I take his hand. We look into each others eyes.
"That's because we are."
As we walk back to the apartment building, I see a magazine stand. There we are, on the cover. In big bold letters it read. HORAN WITH MYSTERY GIRL. He rolls his eyes, and re-laces our fingers. As we near the building, I see a bunch of fans. Paul grabs Niall and Preston grabs me, and we make our way through the crowd.
Tears sting my eyes as I walk through the crowd. I feel Niall put his arm around me, and soon we are inside. Preston and Paul stay outside, while Niall and I get in the elevator. As soon as the doors close, Niall grabs my head, making me look at him.
"Abby please don't listen to them. I know they say all those lies about, but they're jealous. I bet a lot of fans will support us." I'm so confused. What does he mean by that?
"What do you mean support us?" Niall takes my hands.
"Abby, will you do me the pleasure of becoming my girlfriend?" A smile creeps on my face. I nod, and he pulls me in. This kiss is passionate, and wonderful.
When the door opens, we hear a gasp. We look, and see the boys.
"Niall!! Not in the elevator!" Louis pretends scold, while the rest are cheering. Niall grumbles, and pulls me towards my apartment. We stand there, waiting for the elevator to go down. When it finally does, Niall's bad mood disappears. We embrace.
"They are so embarrassing," he mumbles into our hug. I giggle, and pull away.
"That's okay, Jayne is really embarrassing too." I wave at my door. His phone buzzes, and he looks towards his door.
"Look Abbs, I had a lot of fun, but I need to go to a band meeting. Can I call you?" I nod. He kisses my cheek, and rushes next door. I walk inside, and grin. My boyfriend is famous. I have a boyfriend.