"Whatcha doing?" Niall asked curiously, squatting down to wrap his arms around my chest and kiss my shoulder. I'd spent almost the whole of yesterday and the morning of today exploring through the boxes of belongings Niall had set aside when I left.
"Looking through 'my' things," I replied, scoffing.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. "No," I sighed. "It's just strange how I can't remember most of the things here. The things in these boxes made me who I was and not remembering them makes me wonder who I am now."
"You're Jamie Smith. The most beautiful and wonderful girl I know. You're my princess." He kissed the top of my head.
"Princess," I repeated softly, the word tasting strange but familiar. "And you are my prince." It came out, a reflex reaction.
I felt him stiffen. He hopped around to take my face in his hands and stared into my eyes, his eyes searching.
"You sure you don't remember anything?" His eyes looked hopeful,eager.
I shook my head slowly. "Everything is blurry. I get fragments of things sometimes but they feel like dreams."
He averted he eyes away, sighing and nodding in understanding.
"I'm sorry," I apologised. He was disappointed.
"It's nothing to apologise for. We can't hurry this. And even if it doesn't come back, we can still be together and build a new relationship," he said, optimistic.
"Yep," I agreed.
"Will you say that again,please?"
He chuckled. "No, about me being your prince."
"Oh." I nodded. "You are my prince."
He pressed his lips to mine briefly and pulled away. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I replied, dizzy. I cleared my throat. "Don't you have to leave soon?"
He groaned and stood up, stretching. "Yeah. I should probably take a shower before they come to get me." He was referring to the band's driver who would bring them to the interview venue. "Would ye like to join me?" He winked and leaned down to pull my hands, trying to make me stand up.
I gave him a I-know-what-you're-trying-to-do look.
"You're gonna be late."
"Fashionably late," he corrected. "It's just a shower." He blinked innocently. "I'll scrub your back, you'll scrub mine. Whatever happens after that...well,we'll deal with it later."
"Niall Horan, if you're not done with that shower and dressed in ten minutes, I will eat all the food in the fridge," I threatened.
"I love it when you get bossy." He reached a hand around me to pinch my cheek, of my behind. I slapped it away,gently.
He groaned loudly. "Fine."
"Good," I approved. Mike would kill me if I got Niall late,again. "I need to go to the store to pick up some stuff anymore," I told him. I'd run out of shampoo.
"We could go together after I get back."
I waved him off, playfully pushing him towards the door.
"Just go. I'll be fine. I'll call you if I get in trouble," I added, hiding a smile.
He grabbed me by my waist and surprised me by kissing me hard before letting me back on my feet gently. "Be careful. I've got some money in the drawer over there if you need it," he pointed.
I nodded, the tingling sensation lingering on my lips.
Eventually, I got him out the door and a few minutes later, I went out myself. It was a nice day - the weather was good and I was feeling very happy. The store wasn't far which was great - I had Niall's jumper on and the bottom of my pjs. And my hair was a mess.
I smiled at the shopkeeper as he looked up, the bell ringing obnoxiously loud as I entered. His lips puckered up before he shrugged and went back to reading his crumpled newspaper.
People these days, I shook my head.
As I skimmed the aisles, deciding on what to get (the shampoo was already in my hand, I was at the food section now), I hummed in my head. Niall was humming as he took a shower - and now it was stuck in my head.
Bag of crisps? Maybe one for Ni.
Hershey's white chocolate? Nope.
Lollies? Maybe just one.
Ooh! Jelly section! I grabbed a whole packet that had little jelly cups inside of different colours. I poked at them, smiling to myself.
"Jelly. Good," I murmured to myself, quite content with my discovery.
"Oh. My. God," I heard a girl gasp beside me. I hadn't heard or seen her there.
I looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. She must think I'm an idiot.
"Jamie," she whispered, her mouth still in an 'o', her eyes wide open, unblinking.
"Uh...yeah? Do I know you?"
She closed her mouth and started giggling. "Can I take a photo with you?"
What? What a peculiar girl. But what harm could one photo do?
"Alright," I agreed, the 'essentials' hugged close to my body.
She jumped at the opportunity and raised her phone up, the camera pointed at us. I tried to smile at the small hole but it was difficult to do as I barely knew this girl.
"Thank you!" she squeaked, her eyes widening again as I pulled away.
"Is that Niall's jumper?"
Another girl came along. They must have known each other because she came running down the aisle, towards us, but not before she signaled someone from outside the shop to come over.
"It smells like him," she gushed, getting a little too close for comfort.
I strained my neck to look around for an exit and slowly startled to shuffle backwards. Until another girl came along. "Can I please have your autograph?" she pleaded.
"I...I don't have one."
She pushed her phone in my direction and dug out a marker from her bag. "Uh, it's been really nice meeting you girls but I have to go now," I insisted, trying to squirm myself out of the small circle they had formed around me. More girls from outside the shop must have seen us through the glass and they poured in, squealing and giggling, asking me way too many questions simultaneously.
"Do you have Niall's number?"
"Can we take a photo with you,please?"
"Can I have a hug?"
"Are you living with Niall?"
"I like your hair, it's a nice change."
It was getting overwhelming and the crowd that was forming was making me feel claustrophobic, almost suffocating. I whipped out my phone.
"I need help," I whispered desperately.
"Oh my God, is that Niall on the phone?" a girl demanded. This riled the crowd up even more as they started repeatedly screamed and squealed 'I love you,Niall!' into my phone and into my already ringing ear.
"Where are you?" he demanded, the worry detectable in his voice.
"Convenience store. Next to cupcake shop."
"Hurry up please," I pleaded, feeling faint from the intensity of the crowd. It was like they were boxing me in, almost like I couldn't breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on my breathing so I wouldn't freak out.
My concentration was shattered when I felt someone violently shake me by latching on to my wrist, too tight that it almost hurt. I winced in pain.
"You're so ugly! And deaf! I don't know how Niall could love something like you. He probably pities you. And changing your hair colour doesn't change how fugly you are."
The girl was larger than me, both by size and height, almost towering over me.
I couldn't understand why she'd say such horrible things when she barely knew me.
"Niall doesn't love you. He just wants to shag you until he gets bored before he moves on to someone else."
The other voices were muffled by her torrential words of hate directed towards me.
I wasn't scared...or upset. I'd dealt with bullies before I got dancing gigs. I knew how to handle people who thought they were better than me.
I was boiling mad. She deserved a tight slap across her face, one that'd fling her body across the shop and knock her out. I stood up straighter, no longer cowering in fear. The anger was a good distraction.
The crowd suddenly dispersed, finding something else to squeal about. Niall came running, his eyebrows knitted. The girl stared wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open, wide enough for a fly(or hive of bees) to fly in. I ripped my wrist out of her meaty fingers, causing her long fingernails to break my skin. He grabbed my other hand and pulled me away.
I smirked at the bully and held up THE finger to her. Yep. I did that.
We eventually managed to get away from the crowd, with some help from the boys' muscle - by that I mean their bodyguards. Not that their muscles aren't muscular enough. Because they are. Okay, moving on.
I ended up tagging along for their interview thingy but stayed in their dressing room, playing with the stuff inside the room. After ten minutes, I got bored and sprawled out on the floor, sighing of boredom.
I held my phone up while I played the few games I had on it. When I got bored of THAT, I read up on some news. Then I went to celebrity news. Read about celebrities. Read about Niall. Ooh! Past girlfriends...hmm...should I? It'd be awfully sneaky of me.
Holly. Nope, not familiar.
A whole bunch of pretty women that I could never compete with me.
And me. Jamie...Sullivan?
Pictures. Scrolling through pictures.
There was a new post a few minutes ago. Someone had taken a picture of me holding the rude finger up to that impolite girl(who still deserves a slap, me thinks).
Already there were a bunch of comments. Some were cheering me on - I felt kinda cool because of that. Some were bashing me - saying how irresponsible of me it was to do that in public. How bad of a role model I was to younger fans. How unsuitable of a girlfriend I was for Niall.
I must've got really into it because the boys came bursting in, shoving each other and playing around.
I was still lying down on the floor but I was too lazy to get up so I simply tilted my head back to look at them, upside-down. By doing so, I carelessly loosened my grip on my phone.
I cursed loudly as it hit my nose,hard. The pain brought tears to my eyes.
Niall was towering over me, eyeing me curiously.
"You alright,Jamie?" Zayn asked, standing on my right side. The boys stood around me, amused.
"Yep. Just great. Dropped my phone on my nose,that's all."
"You're bleeding," Niall tutted. Instinctively, I held my hand to my nose. He helped me up and led me to the toilet. He gestured for me sit on the edge of the sink as he grabbed a towel and helped me clean up. Throughout all of this, he was uncharacteristically silent.
"Are you mad at me?" I bit my fingernails as he washed off the blood from the towel.
He didn't even look up at me. He shook his head.
"Then why have you not said a word to me since picking me up from the store?"
His eyes were tired as he pressed the warm wet towel to my nose, wiping the remains of dried blood.
"It shouldn't have happened. I thought they didn't know about us."
I scoffed. "The power of social media. It's like there are cameras everywhere. I saw pictures of me I never even knew were taken. Is it like this for you every day?"
He didn't answer.
He washed the towel again at the sink, his eyes not meeting mine. He turned over my wrist which was still sore. It had turned blue black and had a few fingernail marks on it. I winced as he dabbed at it using the towel.
I reached out for his hand before he could pull away and forced him to look at me.
"I'm fine. This isn't your fault. The girl who did this, she was one of the few. Most of your fans are really sweet," I told him, trying to lighten the mood. His lips turned up at one side.
"They love you passionately. Some are obsessed," I joked. "But I get it." I caressed his cheek with my thumb.
"How can they not love you?" I murmured to myself. "How can I not love you?"
His eyes burned into mine, his lips slightly parted.
"I love you,Niall. And I don't mind whatever comes along with loving you - even horrible pictures of myself - because at least I get to be with you."
"I love you too,Jamie," he grinned, clearly back to his normal self.
I rolled my eyes, blushing and smiling. "Let's stop with the mushy stuff. "
I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his hips. He smiled his cheeky smile,chuckling.
"Just kiss me already,Ni."