It All Started With A Brownie

Actually, it starts with two.
Susie gets up one morning and makes a load of brownies. 250, in fact. She and her friends don't know what to do with them so they decide to sell them - outside their apartment. A guy comes along, hood up, blue eyes and soft blonde hair. He keeps his face hidden, but when Susie sees him properly, it's Niall Horan, her celebrity crush. Can Susie keep her secret hidden from her friends, or will the truth come out?

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14. Date

As you may have noticed, I changed the cover, and I have a question for you all...There are two people sitting by the river under the trees in the moonlight, and my question is...Who are those two people?

I'm afraid I'm not going to give you the answer until the end of the story because I think it would ruin it, but please, please comment, I really really want to know what you think!! Alsooo, I am updating this a little earlier than usual to make up for not updating next week, as I'm away in Malham!!! Sorry about that, but I will update Saturday next week!

And now, what you have all been waiting for...the date!! I had so much fun writing this chapter and I hope you will like it ;)

Susie's POV

My feet were already aching by the time there was a ring on the doorbell; pacing up and down the kitchen did not seem to help my nerves at all.

Before one of the girls could get to the door and say something to embarrass me, I ran over, brushed my loose hair back across my face and tried to seem calm and collected. Unfortunately, when I opened the door and saw Niall standing there, the butterflies flittered back into my stomach and all I could manage to utter was a, "Hi."

"Hey, Susie. Ready for our outing?" Niall's blue eyes shone even brighter today and he looked like he had put a lot of effort into his appearance. His light blue jeans almost matched his blazer, and his hair was all fluffed up, making the butterflies go manic at how cute this guy was.

"I sure am." My mouth managed to connect to my brain and when I spoke, it didn't come out all shaky like I thought it would. Phew.

"Great." Once again, Niall smiled and glanced down at my hand.

A silent debate started in my head. I could either take his hand and act like we were a little more than friends, or I could ignore it to keep things less awkward, but at the same time, make things even more awkward. After a few seconds of mental abuse, my hand reached for his, and when I looked back up again, Niall's eyes were smiling.

"Come on then, let's go before the girls come along and launch into a conversation about your cute hair."

Niall's eyes widened and he smirked, looking down at me, "You think my hair's cute?"

"What? No!" My blush deepened as I realised my mistake, and when Niall started laughing, I couldn't help but join in.

"I feel quite honoured. Thanks Susie." Niall smirked at me again.

"No, I meant- ah- nevermind- wait, stop, STOP!" I took my hand away from his and threw my arms in the air. Niall's hand was frozen midway through his perfect hair and he was ruining it.

"Niall, you just ruined your hair!"

His contagious laughter started again but this time I stood with my arms crossed. "What?!"

"I was right! You do like it!"

Sighing and rolling my eyes, I considered giving in and saying yes, I do like your hair, but that would be the easy option, so instead I grabbed Niall's hand again and we ran down the stairs into the fresh air.

Fans must have spotted Niall though, as when we looked around, there were loads of screaming girls and cameras flashing everywhere. Instantly, Niall dropped my hand and the cold surrounded it. It felt lost without his warmth, but the two hands reunited again when Niall squeezed it and whispered, "Run."

Before I could reply, I found myself flung through the streets of London by Niall. Who would have thought he could run that fast? I certainly didn't.

When we stopped, my heart was pounding and there was a burning sensation at the back of my throat, like I was going to be sick.

Well, stupid brain, I wasn't. One thing that I'd learnt in running club was: The vomiting feeling you got after running fast was just the lactic acid building up.

"You okay?" Niall asked as he pulled me close for a hug.

I nodded into his chest and he pulled away.

"Sorry about that back there. I just didn't want loads of fans and paparazzi following us throughout the day. Better to lose them earlier on."

"It's fine, Niall. Now, are you going to tell me where you are taking me or not?" It was quite frustrating for me. I like to know exactly when are where things are going to happen. So this was really out of my comfort zone. I didn't like surprises, just as much as Liv didn't like opening presents. After my dad and many friends had thrown water all over me on my fourteenth birthday party as a 'surprise', my heart decided it couldn't take 'not knowing'. Yes, that event had scarred me for life.

Instead of telling me straight, Niall decided it would be fun to be all secretive about it, taking different routes around London, which took about an hour. Eventually, after realising that he hadn't a clue where he was, and that our feet were hurting terribly, Niall hailed a taxi over.

When we hopped in, the blond was still not talking about the whole affair, whispering in the taxi man's ear and keeping away from the subject when I talked to him.

Our talkative mood turned quickly to hysterics and I found it really easy to connect with him. He made me laugh so easily and all our conversations flowed from one to the other. There was never any awkward pauses where we thought about what to say next, and if we didn't, something would spill out and we'd end up in another round of laughter.

When we finally arrived at the venue, both of us didn't notice we were there until the taxi driver announced that we were and would we please get out of the car.

Looking up and out of the window, my breath caught in my throat as I realised where we were.

Buckingham Palace.

In all my life, I had never gone near this amazing place, so getting out of the taxi and closing the door, I made my way over and stood speechless at the gates.

"Would you like to accompany me, your royal highness, to your humble abode?" Niall's beautiful voice whispered next to me and I gaped at him.

"We're going inside?!"

Niall nodded and my arms flung themselves around him. This must have been so much effort and money to book to come inside the palace, my knees got weak even thinking about it. But I loved the royal family, and it was so exciting to peek into their lives.

I took Niall's outstretched arm and we walked together to the main entrance gates. A man with the big black, fluffy hat thing glared at us and asked what we wanted.

"I have tickets to go inside." Niall piped up and I edged further behind him, not liking the disapproving looks I received from the scary man.

When the guy was done with scanning the tickets to check they were real, an old fashioned walkie-talkie was pulled out and he spoke into the receiver.

"Two more for you, Jenkins."

As if this was normal procedure in every day life, another scary man marched out of the huge building and let us in the gates. We followed behind him in silence, me clinging onto Niall's arm.

When we got inside, all my fears disappeared when I saw the beauty of the palace. It was amazing, and whatever room we went inside, all our mouths dropped to the floor as each one seemed to get better and better.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and thick carpets lined the cosy rooms, whereas in the hall, maids darted around, polishing the expensive oak floors underfoot. Everything was perfect, and each ornament or sculpture looked so beautiful and fragile. Long windows let lots of light in, and a courtyard at the centre of the palace was adorned with fountains, plants and freshly mown grass.

When our tour finished and our time was up, I found myself not wanting to leave this place. It was as if I were Alice stepping into Wonderland and having to eventually come out of the rabbit hole. Apart from this wasn't a rabbit hole, or a story, this was real, and it was all down to Niall, whom I couldn't stop thanking.

"That was the best thing I've ever done. Thank you so, so much Niall, I will never forget it. You think of the most amazing things. This day will be painted in my memories forever."

Niall winked at me, "It's not over yet, princess."

"Seriously? But- but, that was such a big thing, and so expensive. Are we seriously going somewhere else?!"

"Yeah." Niall looked down at his feet, his cheeks burning bright. I wondered why he was like that. Maybe he felt like he was doing a lot for me on a first date and was embarrassed by that? Probably not. We were just friends. I kept telling myself that, but I knew I wanted it to be something more. Since I had met Niall, he had become so close to me, and I didn't view him as a popstar anymore. I guess you couldn't, really. He was such a fun, loving guy...But we were still friends, and I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

"Where are we going?"

Niall smiled at me and took my hand, "The London Eye."

My face lit up and I was so excited. I had been only once when I was ten, but I don't think going when you are young really makes you experience it, and I was glad to be going again.

Niall told me that the walk was only about twenty minutes, so we decided to walk down The Mall. Loads of expensive shops shouted their names out at us, but we kept walking and talking. There was never a dull moment with Niall and there were not many teenagers about around this part of London, so we were not bombarded with fans or the press, which was a relief.

When we crossed the bridge to the South Bank, I took some pictures of the Houses of Parliament. Even though we lived in London, the girls and I didn't usually come into the centre, as we all had busy lives with not much time for shopping sprees. If we were going shopping, we would go to Westfield, and Annabel and Liv were the only ones who went to see a musical once in a while. So we had never experienced our city in detail. Maybe we should come and sightsee more often. It was fun.

Eventually, we reached the Eye, and closer up, it looked huge. All of a sudden, going up was not looking as appealing as I thought ten minutes ago, and having to wait in a queue whilst Niall snapped pictures with young, pretty girls made me even more nervous. When he came back, the queue had gone down, and giving me an encouraging smile, Niall helped me up onto the platform and into our own private Eye.

The advantages about having your own Eye were that you could see London from all different places in it, and there was space to move around and breathe, whereas usually everyone would be squished into a single corner. The scary thing though, was that I was alone with Niall.

Yes, we had been alone all day, but this was different.

In the taxi, the driver was there, and at Buckingham Palace, lots of guides and other spectators were there too. When we were walking through the streets, the British public were all around us, so we were never really alone. But now we had an hour to ourselves, alone, in this Eye, and it terrified me. I mean, we weren't going to get intimate or anything like that, it's just, I don't know, scary being alone and all of a sudden I felt very self-conscious.

I turned to Niall who was standing next to me as the ground got farther away from us, and smiled. "My friends parents got married on the London Eye."

"That's cute." His white-toothed smile shone in my direction and for a moment I thought I saw something different in his eyes, but when he blinked, it was gone.

Turning back to the view, I realised we were quite far up and nearing the top. The sight of London and the Thames rippling in the sunlight took my breath away. "It's beautiful."

"So are you."

I froze. Did he just say what I think he said? My body turned to the blond figure next to me. Niall was staring intently into my eyes and I couldn't help but gaze back into them.

"Sorry?" My voice broke the silence and he smiled. I was sure my heart must be lying in a puddle somewhere in my body by now. It was a wonder I was still alive.

"You heard me." In one swift movement, Niall edged closer to me until our bodies were almost touching. "You're beautiful, Susie."

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. All my life, even when I was with Max, no guy had ever told me that. And I was shocked. Completely and utterly shocked.

"I- I don't know what to say." My stutter sounded weak and somewhere in my pool of a heart, I found myself feeling guilty at not watching the view of London that Niall had paid for. But I also found that my eyes couldn't tear away from Niall, however much I wanted them to.

"You don't need to say anything." Niall whispered and his eyes flickered down to my lips.

What was I supposed to do now? My brain was a mess and I couldn't think straight, so I bit the middle of my lip, which seemed to draw even more attention to them.

Niall placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to his warm body. My breathing quickened and I suddenly realised that I wanted him. I wanted him badly. My arms felt stupid and limp by my side, so instead of keeping them there awkwardly, I placed them gently on his neck.

"Niall, I-"

My sentence was interrupted by Niall placing his lips on mine. He started kissing me softly, gently, until I felt the courage to kiss him back. He tasted so good; like vanilla and strawberries and all I wanted was more. Niall's lips moved slowly over mine, as if I were a cake that he wanted to savour and below me, my legs felt unsteady. His hands pulled me closer to him and Niall moved them from my waist to my face, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. My fingers tangled in his soft hair and I tugged each tiny strand, causing a little moan to escape his mouth. Our breathing quickened and in that moment I knew that my heart couldn't have actually melted, because I could feel it hammering against my chest. Niall's lips against mine was the most amazing feeling ever, and if there was any way I could freeze this moment and relive it over and over again, I would.

With one final peck on the lips, Niall pulled away from my body. We were still close, and I could see the little flecks of lust in his eyes, but he had kept it innocent, which I was grateful for, and together we walked out of the Eye, hand in hand.

 

XXX

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Liv xx

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