Kiss Me I'm Irish

Hi. You don’t know me, but my name's Morgan Abrams. My best friend Lexie, is dating the one and only Louis Tomlinson. I’m not famous, I mean, why would I be? I’m just the useless best friend of Louis Tomlinsons girlfriend. Who gives a flying fuck about me, besides my best friend herself? Anyway, I’m 18, I have hair the colour of Ed Sheerans and it flows in loose natural curls down my back, and ends about 5 inches from my bum. I have freckles. I hate them. I’m very insecure. Oh, and I have dark brown eyes, I’m fit, I sing, and play guitar. I’ve played since I was 5, but no one really cares. Lex says I’m really good, but I don’t believe her. I’m from Galway Ireland. Lex and I have been friends since I moved to London when I was 13. My parents still live in Galway with my little sister, Abby who's 8, and my brothers, Clayton and Tanner, who are both 16. Ok enough about me I’m just gonna get to the point. This is the story of how I became the ever so famous girlfriend of Niall James Horan.

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8. Troubles

(Morgan’s POV)

I woke up to a bright light sifting through the blinds on my windows. I squinted my eyes at the blinding light and rolled over to where i didn’t have to face it anymore, but as soon as I rolled over, there was Niall, shirtless, eyes wide open, and staring at me. I totally forgot he slept over last night, I gasped.

“Well, good morning love.” He said in a sexy, raspy sounding morning voice.

“Oh my god, I forgot you spent the night last night! You scared me to death!” I said.

He chuckled at me. I pushed him playfully in the arm.

“Ow!” he fake winced in pain.

“Shut up you douche nugget.” I sighed.

“Harsh.” He replied

“I try.”

I pushed the covers off my body and sat up on the edge of the bed and took my ginger colored hair from it’s sloppy bun and let in cascade halfway down my back. I ran my fingers through it gently before getting up off the bed and re-positioning my clothes where the had been winched up from sleeping. i turned back around to face Niall.

“If you want, you can go downstairs and get some cereal and a begal, its all located in the cabinet above the sink. Milk and orange juice is in the fridge.” I smiled at him

“Ok, thanks love,” he said walking towards me and kissing my temple.

“No problem. I’m going to use the loo and brush my hair through, I’ll be down in 10.” I explained to him and pushed him out the door. As soon as he was out the door i shut it and leaned my back against the door. Fuck. This was going to be hard. Ive known Niall for less than a week and I’m already falling for him. And his eyes, his laugh, the way he cares, the was he acts. Though, he is a celebrity, this could all be a joke, and I’m just a sick victim. Fuck.

Maybe I was naive,

got lost in your eyes

and never really had a chance.

My mistake I didn’t know to be in love

you had to fight to have the upper hand.

Stop Morgan. Stop. Niall truly likes you. You like him. You just have a troubled past. Nialls here to help you, not hurt you. Just because Jaedon was like that, doesn’t mean Niall is. God. Jaedon. That fuck tard. He ruined me. RUINED ME. Fuck.

After pondering with myself, i went to the loo, and did all that I told Niall I was going to do. Then I made my way down stairs to find Niall starting on, what looked like his second bowl of cereal.

“Hungry?” I ask

“Yes! I haven’t ate in 8 hours!” He said pouring in more milk.

“Typical Niall.” I say sitting down at the table. He walked over and joined me sitting in the chair tomy right.

“Not eating?” he asked

“Not in the mood.”

“Whats wrong? Girly issues? Do you need painkillers or anything, theres a drug store 5 minutes away.” He said rushingly.

“NiNi, I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind. Wait, you’d seriously go get pads for me if i needed them?” I asked

“Why of course i would! And i’d stay home with you all day, we’d eat chocolate, and watch movies. Girls need comfort when they have girly issues. Would you like to talk about whats on your mind?” He stated, then asked.

I laughed then answered, “It’s my past. I have very bad memories of my past, and latley they’ve been coming back, and I’m worried that all my fears of my past will affect my future. Like for example, I have trust issues from my past, and it’s affecting me and you. It’s made me think that you’re just using me the way my ex did. Because, I used to think high of myself, but ever since my ex, I’ve always thought I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t perfect enough. He made me feel that way. Ever since that, I always considered myself as Lexie hopefully-soon-to-be-Tomlinsons not famous, useless best friend. The one that no one cared about or recognised. And that’s how I still consider myself. That’s why I can’t fully trust you yet, because for all I know, you could be just like my ex. Or one of those celebrities who uses girls for sex.” I trailed off. He looked at me shocked. He breathed in deep before speaking.

“Morgan, I don’t know what the hell that douche nugget did to you to make you feel that way, but I swear, I will NEVER treat you like that. You are beautiful. You are not just Lexies useless best friend, you are my dream come true. Even though it will take me a while to make you realize it. And I’m not that type of celebrity, if I was, I’d have already had sex with you, because no offence, your hot. You are good enough, your beyond perfect for me. And I’n not giving up on you or us. It means too much to me. And I swear If I ever see youe ex, I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him. And if you don’t mind me asking, what did he do?”

I listened to his speech and smiled. “Thank you Niall.” I said, then pondered on telling him what Jaedon did, and I decided Niall deserved to know.

“Jaedon……and his…..his uncle……raped me, last year…..” I trailed off.

Niall almost choked on his corn flakes.

“HE DID WHAT TO YOU?” He practically yelled.

“You heard me.” I whispered.

“That fucking bastard.” He said getting up and putting his bowl on the sink. He ran a hand through his hair messing it up a bit then walked over twards me. I stood up and looked him in the eyes, he was crying, and I could also see much anger, along with the sadness in the light blue orbs that were glaring at me.

“Niall” I whispered touching his face softly. “There’s nothing you could have done to stop them, you didn’t even know me” I whispered

“I know, I just can’t believe someone someone could do that to you. Your way too beautiful, and amazing for a fuck tard to do something like that to you.” He said wrapping his arms around me

“You really care about me don’t you?” I whispered into his shoulder

“Yes, I do, even if its only been a week.” He said into my hair.

“Well, I have a surprise” i said locking my arms around his torso

“Whats that?” he asked

“You just gained a lot of trust, because now I know your not like my ex. Niall, why didn’t I trust you before, I knew you weren’t bad like him. I was just unsure of myself. I’m sorry.” I said

“Don’t be sorry. It was your nature. Just answer this one question for me, can I kiss you?” He asked biting his lip, tears still clear in his eyes

“Yes.” I said, I felt a tear drip down my face as his lips brushed against my mine, sending shivers throughout my body, without hesitation, I forced my lips to his, and we kissed slowly and passionately for a few minutes. Our tongues fought with each other for a while. When we finally needed breath, we released each other and we just stood there, foreheads pressed together. We stared at each other before we both, at the exact same time said…

“I fancy you.” We laughed once more, and kissed again.

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