6. To go....
"Have you heard about that a girl that was killed in my city?"
"Well I know, but we weren't out in the evening?"
"I know, but it's pretty scary that we might have passed him?"
Niall smiled and he seemed not at all worried, or anything else, about it.
"Darling, I said I'll save you."
"But it was close." I got out of me. "I'm just saying it's pretty nasty."
Niall contented himself against the computer.
"Do you want to feel safe?"
"How do you mean?"
Niall looked straight into the computer, and he looked at me.
"I'm serious. I can protect you."
I shook my head quickly.
"You have your mom and I got my mom. Neither of them want to ..."
He grinned and interrupted me.
"Come on, I promise mom isn't a constraint and you can tell the truth to your mom. You are with a friend and you come back home after the weekend?"
"Why are you so desperate?"
Niall hesitated. He leaned back and he thought for a moment.
"I love you!"
"YOU can't love me after such a short meeting?"
I saw at him that he didn't like my choice of words. He looked at me and he seemed almost angry.
"I know what I know and I know that you are perfect."
"Niall, you shouldn't jump on the first girl who shows interest and I can't leave my family behind me for a single weekend."
He was strong.
"Well, you do it because the fact that you want to save yourself."
"And you think that I'm safe in your room?"
"You don't know what you're talking about. I'm safer than your room."
"I don't like that you don't say straight out what you mean."
Niall seemed to laugh with his whole body.
"I'm just talking about the fact, because I like to be close to you and you are safe with me!"
"I can't fool Mom."
"I'm a friend? Right?"
I agreed. He continued.
"Then, visit a friend who you want to be with and you promise not to go outside the door."
"And mom will believe that?"
I was surprised. Mom bought the lie and on Friday, I stood in my room and had packed a bag with clothes.
"So I go to you?"
Niall nodded and he saw me through his computer.
"You will find a ticket that you can pick out, you sit on the train and I'll pick you up at the train station."
He laughed a little bit.
"Sweetheart, I'm not dangerous and I'll take care of you."
I looked at him.
"And you promise that you wont ..." I hesitated. "I'm not used to kissing and things others are doing."
"Come on, I'm not dangerous!"
I smiled weakly.
"Okay, I'll be brave?"
"And take yourself to the train. I go to the train station and pick you up."