“Don’t worry, Love,” I say, squeezing her shoulders. “Like I said, as long as you’re okay, I’m okay.” These words are just so true - I don’t know how else to tell her.
Maci thinks it’s her fault, but it’s not. It’s her father’s. What the hell was he trying to do? I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if I hadn’t heard her scream. The pain in my nose is starting to subside, I assume because of the medication. I’ve got the feeling in my face back, though. I don’t know whether that’s good or bad, though, because the cuts on my face throb a bit.
The thing that I really care about right now is the fact the Maci is here with me, safe from harm. Her father is at the house, probably trying to pick his pathetic self up off of the floor. How dare he treat her like this. What is his problem? I’m just glad I got to Maci before anything worse happened.
Paul climbs back into the car and we ride in silence back to the hotel. When we get into Niall and Zayn’s room, we find the lads sprawled out on the beds and floor and talking quietly.
“You have a interview tomorrow,” Paul tells us, holding the door open. “Lou and Caroline will be here around noon to get you boys ready. Get some rest, boys,” he says, then heads back to his room.
“How are you?” Liam asks, sitting up as the door closes.
I shrug. “I’m alright. No major injuries except my nose, but that should be healed in a couple weeks.”
I feel Maci tense next to me and my arm tightens around her waist. I can tell she feels badly, though she shouldn’t. I lead her farther into the room and we take a place on my bed.
“How are you holding up, Maci?” Zayn asks.
“I’m... I’m alright,” she says quietly, looking down at the ground.
I think the lads and I come to a silent understanding that it’s probably not a good idea to speak to Maci at the moment. She’s probably still taking in what happened.
I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be... You know what I mean... By her own father. That’s got to do something to your head.
I feel Maci rest her head on my shoulder and she sighs. I look down at her to see her eyelids drooping. I pull her closer and she relaxes into me. I see Zayn lay down on his bed and shut his eyes. Before I know it, they’re both asleep and snoring softly.
“So what did happen?” Harry asks.
“Her father happened,” I sigh, recalling what I had seen. “He was... trying to...” I start to choke up, thinking about what could have happened.
“The ‘R’ word?” Louis asks, and I nearly laugh at his reference.
“Yeah,” I say, looking over at her. She is sound asleep, looking innocent. “I stopped him and was putting a beating on him. Maci pleaded for me to stop, and I took my eyes off of him for just a second. He was on me in no time, hitting me over and over. It hurt like hell, but at least I stopped him. I don’t know if I could have lived with myself if walked away and let that happen.”
That was the end of the conversation. I think that they could all see me shaking with anger, so they dropped it. The lads and I talk about other random topics for nearly half an hour. Louis finally lets out a huge yawn, making me realize how tired I actually am.
“We should probably all get to bed,” Liam says, patting Louis’ back. “It’s late.”
“I’ll go for that,” Harry grumbles, standing up and stretching. Liam and Louis follow suit and quietly slip out the door, leaving me with a sleeping Maci and a snoring Zayn.
I slowly unwrap my arm from around Maci and pick her up, holding her bridal style. She’s surprisingly light, and I carry her easily farther up onto the bed. I lay her down, pulling back the covers and laying them over her. I’m about to move to lay on the floor, but she reaches out and grabs my arm.
“Niall,” she whispers, not opening her eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” I smile widely, turning the lamp off and sliding into the bed beside her.
“Never,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her. She scoots closer, resting her head on my chest.
Soon I hear her snoring softly. I rest my chin on top of her head and play with the ends of her hair behind her back. How lucky am I? Maci is an amazing girl. And to have her as my girlfriend - I feel on top of the world.
Slowly, I let myself fall asleep to her soft snores.
I wake up to soft sobs. I open my eyes, feeling a little disoriented. I take in the scenery - I’m in a hotel room somewhere, laying in bed with someone. They cry softly, and I don’t know why. Then I realize who it is. Maci.
She turns in the bed, distressed. Tears stream down her face, staining the pillows.
“No,” she whimpers softly. “No, please don’t! Please don’t, I’ve been good!” He body jerks violently and she lands on her back, her arms thrown above her head. “Niall!” she screams.
I just now realize what’s going on. She’s having a nightmare. I shoot up and scoot over to her, sitting her up. “Maci,” I say frantically. “Maci, I’m right here, Love. I’m right here, it’s alright. Everything is alright.”
“Uhhnn,” I hear Zayn moan from his bed. “Niall?”
I turn around. “It’s okay, Zayn. Maci’s dreaming.” He rubs his eyes sleepily and nods. He sits up, waiting.
I turn back to Maci who’s still sobbing. “Maci,” I say, stroking her cheek. “Maci, it’s okay, it’s just a dream. I’m right here, Love.”
Her tears stop flowing and she seems to relax. Her breathing goes from shaky and frantic to steady and calm, and I slide her back down into a laying position. Maci doesn’t wake up, but she soon goes back to snoring softly.
I relax and turn back to Zayn. “I’m sorry about that,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t be,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “From what you’ve said she’s gone through a lot in the past two days. I’m not surprised that she did end up having a nightmare. I probably would too.”
“Thank you,” I say, meaning it. “For everything so far. You’ve welcomed her as if she’s one of us. I really appreciate that. It means the world to me. She means the world to me.”
“I would do anything for my best mates,” Zayn says, shrugging. “Plus, this girl has a hard life.”
I nod. He’s right. Glancing back over at her, I think about all that’s happened in the past three days. The bruises, the incident at her work, I asked her to be my girlfriend, our kiss - and moments later having her call my name in desperation and finding her...
A chill runs down my spine. “Niall?” Zayn asks, ending my thoughts. I look back over to him. “What is she going to do?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
“What is she going to do now that... Well, her father basically kicked her out of the house. Have you asked her to come with us yet?”
“Yeah, I have,” I say.
“Well,” I say, remembering the discussion Maci and I had. “She said she had to think about it. Then I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes, then she went inside. That’s when... That’s when all of that stuff with her father happened.”
“So you’re not really sure?” I shake my head. “You’re going to have to make that clear with her, you know. Just ask her if this means that she’s coming with us.”
“I will,” I say. I pause for a minute, then think of something. “Do you think that she’ll be going to the interview with us?”
Zayn shrugs. “No idea. We’ll see what they say in the morning. In the meantime,” he says, looking at the clock, “it’s two in the morning. We should get some rest.”
I nod. Before laying down I say, “Thank you Zayn.” I lay down, wrapping my arms around Maci again. I kiss her forehead gently and rest my head on hers. I see the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile, making me chuckle.
I close my eyes and let her steady breathing slowly lull me back to sleep.
I wake up as the bed shifts. I reach out, searching for Niall, but only find the warm spot where he was laying. My eyes open wide and I sit up quickly, but slump back down because my head is pounding. I search the room with my eyes, trying to find him.
I turn over to see Zayn still snoring and am comforted a little. I’m just glad that I’m not alone. I hear the bathroom door open and look over to find Niall - dressed in the same clothes as yesterday - scratching his head and looking tired. He tosses a pill in his mouth and swallows it down with a glass of water. I quickly close my eyes, pretending that I’m still asleep.
I hear Niall shuffle over to the bed. He slips in next to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his hot breath giving me chills. We stay like this for a long time, me still pretending to sleep. I open my eyes because he can’t see them, and look at the clock, 11:24. Wow, we woke up late.
I finally decide to ‘wake up’. I stir gently, stretching. Niall pulls his head away but doesn’t let go of my waist. I smile, seeing him still trying to wake up. Then I see the two black eyes forming because of his broken nose. I feel a pang of hurt and guilt wash through me, but hide it, trying to act normal.
“Good morning,” I whisper, putting a hand on his cheek. “How did you sleep?” He opens his eyes momentarily to look at me, then closes them again.
“Do you remember having a dream last night?” he asks nonchalantly, avoiding my question.
“No,” I say truthfully. “Why?”
“No reason,” he says quietly. “I slept well.”
I decide to let it just roll off. If he wanted to talk about something, he would talk about it. I don’t like pushing for answers.
“Maci?” he asks, his eyes still closed. I decide to rest my own, breathing deeply.
“I know this is probably a little soon after... After what happened to ask,” he starts, and again I feel hurt and guilty. I don’t let it show. “But I’m going to anyway. Are you coming with us on the rest of the tour?”
I forgot that he even asked. My mind goes back to what happened last night. These were the last words that my father said to me:
“Get out of my house. Get your sorry ass out of my house and never come back.”
There’s no way that going back to my home would be safe for me. And frankly, I didn’t want to, either. I’d much rather be with Niall, who doesn’t take me for granted and makes me feel safe and happy. I’m 18, I can make up my own darn mind.
“If the offer still exists,” I say. “Then yes, I want to go.”
Niall smiles, opening his eyes. “I’m so glad,” he says, kissing my forehead. My cheeks get hot and I bury my head in Niall’s chest.
His arms tighten around me and I feel him let out a sigh. He kisses the top of my head, playing with the ends of my hair. I’m nearly about to fall asleep again when the door bursts open.
“GOOOOOOOOD MOOOOORRNNIIIIIINGG!” Louis screams, flying in the room in his pajamas. Niall and I turn to him, laughing quietly. He dances around at the foot of our bed before launching himself onto a whining Zayn. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he says jokingly in Zayn’s ear.
Zayn shoves a pillow into Louis’ face, but Louis only pushes it back down on Zayn’s head. Louis straddles him with and evil grin, holding the pillow over his face with both hands. Zayn’s muffled cries come from the pillow, and his arms and legs flail helplessly. After about ten seconds Louis climbs off of a frazzled Zayn.
“Time to wake up,” Louis says sweetly. When Zayn moans a ‘no’, Louis puts a hand on his hip. “Get your lazy bum out of bed,” he says sassily, chucking the pillow at him and making him cry out.
“As for you two,” Louis says, spinning on his heel to face us. “Stop being mushy and get up, Lou and Caroline will be here in twenty minutes.” With that, Louis strides out of the room with as much attitude as he can put into his hips.
As soon as he makes it to the door, he takes off down the hallway. Niall and I laugh, turning back to look at each other. “Is he always like that?” I ask curiously.
“Every single day,” Niall groans.
I roll my eyes. “That was funny! He can’t be that bad.”
“Trust me,” Niall says seriously. “After a bit, you get convinced that he needs serious help.”
I laugh and sit up, stretching and realizing that I’m still in my leggings and navy blue tee from yesterday. I wrinkle my nose, realizing that I haven’t bathed in two days.
“Can I shower?” I ask Niall. He nods and I peck his cheek. “I’ll be back in a minute."
I grab my duffel and slip into the bathroom and lock the door. I quickly shower, doing my best to ignore the ugly bruise still covering my stomach. It feels a little better, but not by much. I think the incident in the shop made it a little worse, though. I pull on a simple pair of jean shorts and a lime green tee from my bag. I hurriedly brush my teeth and attempt to scrunch my wet hair a bit. I lose patience and just shake it out while I zip up the duffel and unlock the door.
A shirtless and distressed looking Zayn is waiting for me when I open the bathroom door. He’s bouncing up and down and looks on the verge of tears and I freak. “Oh my God, Zayn! Are you okay?”
“Just let me through!” he yelps, pushing me out of the bathroom. “Gotta piss!”
I chuckle as he locks the door. I walk out into the room and toss my duffel at the foot of the bed, climbing on top of the covers to face Niall, who hasn’t moved since I got up. “You heard Louis,” I whisper. “It’s time to get up. Lou and Caroline - whoever they are - will be here momentarily.”
“Caroline is our stylist. Lou is our... I can’t think of the word, it’s too early. She does our hair and stuff.” I roll my eyes at him.
“It’s almost noon, it’s not early!” I stand up on the bed, grabbing Niall’s arms. “Nialler, get up!”
“I don’t want to,” Niall grumbles.
“But you haaave tooooo,” I say, dragging out the words. “Do you want me to go get Louis?” I ask, raising my eyebrows and swinging his arms back and forth.
Niall’s eyes open wide. “Dear God, no,” he says, making me laugh. “I’m getting up, I’m getting up,” he says quietly. “But first...”
He pulls me back down and I fall next to him, letting out a surprised yelp. Niall sits up so that he’s leaning over me. He brings his face close to mine and smirks.
“I’ve got to do this,” he says, bringing his lips to mine. I kiss him back, smiling against his lips.
“Gahh!” Zayn shouts, making me jump. “My eyes!”
Niall’s lips linger on mine for a little longer, then he pulls back laughing. “Buzz off, Zayn,” he says jokingly as my face turns red.
Zayn holds his hands above his head and shrugs. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a concerned looking Liam standing in the doorway.
“Have you seen Louis?” he asks all of us.
“He came in here and nearly killed me,” Zayn says dramatically. “And then he darted off down the hall. Why?”
“Well,” Liam says, scratching his head. “We seem to have lost him.”
Niall bursts out laughing, making me smile. “How do you lose a Louis?” he asks, holding his side.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Liam says, smiling. “Caroline and Lou will be here any minute to help us get ready for the interview, and we’re going to need him.”
There’s a shout from down the hall as soon as Liam finishes. Liam raises his eyebrows and leans back to look in the direction of the noise. He apparently sees something, because his face pulls into an ‘are you kidding me?’ look.
“Found him,” he says flatly, running from the doorway and letting the door close.
We all laugh a little before getting up. Niall goes to shower, Zayn to throw a shirt on, and me to wring whatever water I can out of my hair. After about five minutes Niall steps out of the steamy bathroom with athletic shorts and a red polo. He smiles at me before walking past to throw his dirty clothes on the floor in front of the dresser.
“Ah ah ah!” I say, waving a finger at him. “Dirty clothes are where?” He rolls his eyes at me and tosses his clothes over where I had folded up the other dirty clothes. “Thank you,” I say with a smile.
As if on cue, the door bursts open - nearly hitting me - and Louis sprints in, shouting, “They’ll never find me!” He dives under Zayn’s bed, making Zayn yelp in surprise.
“Oi!” he shouts. “Get out from under my bed!”
“NEVER!” Louis screams.
Niall and I are laughing our heads off when Harry rushes in the door. “Louis, babe, where are you?” he says frantically.
Zayn stands on top of the bed and starts bouncing up and down. “He’s. Under. Here!” he says with each bounce as Niall and I hold each other because we’re laughing so hard. Every time Zayn lands there’s a muffled cry from under the bed.
“Don’t hurt him!” Harry shouts as he runs over to the bed and crouches down. “Louis, you have to come out, Caroline and Lou are here!”
As if on cue, two women - dark skinned and light skinned - rush in the door, holding a few boxes. Liam and Paul follow in after them. “Where’s Louis?” Paul asks flatly.
“Under there,” Niall laughs, still holding onto me even though we’ve calmed down.
Paul heaves a big sigh and walks over to the bed as Zayn jumps off. Harry stands up laughing as Paul crouches down and reaches his arm under the bed.
“Don’t touch me!” Louis yelps. There’s a smacking noise, and Paul rolls his eyes.
“Louis, you hit me again and I’m pulling you out of here by your ankles.” Everyone in the room laughs, including the two women who are currently setting up by the table.
“I dare you!” Louis shouts, followed by another smacking noise.
“Have it your way,” Paul grumbles, reaching his arm farther underneath the bed.
A few seconds later, he draws his arm out, holding a squirming Louis. Paul hoists him into the air, dangling him by the ankle so Louis is flipped upside down. By now Niall has collapsed beside me with laughter. I’m about to fall over, Liam is overtaken with silent laughter, and Zayn has his hand on a shaking Harry for support.
“Put me down this instant!” Louis shouts, punching Paul’s leg.
Paul shrugs, letting go of his ankle. He lands in a crumpled heap while Paul laughs along with the rest of us. Louis pops up right away, brushing himself off.
“I’m alright,” he says. “Thanks for asking.”
The darker skinned woman steps forward. “You’re quite welcome,” she says. “Now it’s time to get ready.” Paul waves as he exits the room, closing the door on the way out.
“Niall!” the light skinned woman says. “You have black eyes!” I immediately feel guilty again. They’re my fault. “You have a broken nose!”
“Long story,” Niall says nervously as he picks himself off of the ground, and there are several coughs from the boys. “It’s my own fault.”
Lou tsks at him. “I’m going to have a hard time covering those up!” Oh no.
Niall must see me begin to shake because he comes over to me and puts his arm around my waist, comforting me a little.
“Caroline, Lou,” Niall says to them. “This is my girlfriend, Maci,” he says and my face grows red.
I forgot that I had said yes to Niall. Pathetic, I know.
“Pleased to meet you,” they both say.
“I’m Lou,” says the lighter skinned woman, shaking my hand. When she steps back, the dark skinned woman approaches me.
“I’m Caroline,” she says, taking my hand. I smile.
They both nod, then Caroline claps her hands together. “Okay,” she says. “Just in case you all didn’t know, Maci is going to be tagging along for the interview.”
“What?” I say out loud. I immediately become embarrassed, my face growing red. “I’m sorry, but I’m not even a part of the band!”
“Oh, no Love,” Caroline says with a smile. “You’re not going to be in the interview, you’re just coming with. But that still means we’re dressing you up!”
“Dressing me up?” I say, confused.
“Well you’ve got to look nice,” Lou says from behind Caroline. “Not that you don’t already, this interview is just somewhat formal.”
“We’re not formal though,” Louis whines.
Liam shoots him a look. “Where is it again?” he asks.
“The show is called ‘An Afternoon With Jacobs’,” Lou explains.
“I’ve never heard of that show,” I say.
“Neither has anyone else,” Caroline laughs. “But they asked you guys to come on the show, so you’re going to. Now strip!” she says, putting her hands on her hips. “You know the drill!”
The boys immediately follow orders. They flip their shirts off and toss them to the side, my eyes growing wide as the start to slip off their pants, leaving them in just their boxers. I whip around, feeling my face get extremely hot.
“Uhh,” I say, hearing them all laugh behind me.
“It’s alright, Love,” Caroline tells me and I slowly turn back around. “You’re going on the rest of the tour with them, right? Well, there’s going to be a lot of this,” she gestures to the boys. “May as well get used to it!”
I nod my head slowly and the boys laugh, making my face grow warmer. Niall snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. The bare skin of his chest touching my arm send shivers up my spine and he chuckles.
“Alright boys,” Caroline says, tossing each of them an outfit. Niall lets go of me to snag his. “Put these on and we’ll go from there.”
The boys put on their outfits. Liam wears a white long sleeved shirt with buttons running halfway down, and light sea-green pants with white shoes. Zayn wears a sweater the same light sea-green with cream pants and red shoes. Louis bargains with Caroline and she allows him to wear a gray-and-white striped shirt with red capris and white shoes. Harry wears a red-and-sea-green plaid shirt with kaki skinny jeans and white shoes. Niall wears a light sea-green polo and a red jacket over it, with dark kaki pants and green shoes.
Louis laughs and points at Niall. “Niall looks like a Christmas elf!” he shouts, making everyone - including Niall - laugh.
“He’s got a point,” Caroline says seriously. “Here, trade that jacket with this one,” she says, digging through a box and tossing him a white jacket that he slips on quickly. “Much better,” she says with a smile.
“Alright,” Lou says, clapping her hands together. “Louis’ up first. Let’s go!”
Louis puts on a pouty face and drags himself over to the chair Lou has set up. He plops down in the chair and she immediately goes to work putting powder on his face. The boys sit down on the beds to wait their turn while Caroline approaches me.
“Go put this on, Love,” she says, putting clothes in my hands and shoving me into the bathroom.
I lock the door and look at what she’s given me[Polyvore]. What she’s picked for me makes me smile. The colors go nicely with my hair and eye color. I put it on quickly and take a couple seconds to admire myself in the mirror. I actually feel pretty.
I walk out of the bathroom and am met by Niall’s eyes. He smiles and stands, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You look beautiful,” he says, kissing my forehead.
My face turns red and I smile. “Thank Caroline, she picked out the outfit.”
“I didn’t mean the outfit,” he says quietly, leaning in for a kiss, but he’s interrupted by a cough.
“Sorry to uhh, interrupt,” Louis says, hopping down from Lou’s chair while Lou and Caroline chat. “But it’s your turn, Niall.”
Niall rolls his eyes. “Sorry, Love,” he says to me and turns around, walking toward the chair.
I take a place beside Zayn on the bed and smooth out my skirt. “You do look nice,” Harry says with a wink.
My face turns red as Liam elbows him. Harry turns to glare at Liam, but that soon disappears into a playful smile. Liam rolls his eyes and turns to me.
“So how are you?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I say. I have a good idea of what he means, but I just want to make sure before I make a fool of myself.
“Well,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I’m mean... I mean after what happened last night. Are you alright?”
“Oh,” I say, looking down at my hands. “I, uh...” My eyes start to water, thinking about what my father was planning to do to me. Yes, he was drunk, but I had never been that scared of him in my entire life. Plus, I called Niall. Yes, he did help me, but my father broke his nose, and it’s all my fault. Now he has that to live with - along with two black eyes - for several weeks. It’s all. My. Fault. A silent tear falls to my hand, surprising me.
I feel a hand squeeze my arm and look up to find Zayn, his eyes sympathetic and caring. I smile a thanks and another tear squeezes out of my eye without meaning to. Louis starts rubbing back, comforting me and making me feel welcome. These boys are just so darn amazing. I’ve only known them for four days, and I’m already beginning to wonder what I would do without them.
“Zayn,” Niall calls from the chair. “Your turn.”
He hops down from Lou’s chair and starts walking over. As soon as he sees my tears, he frowns and speeds his pace. Trading places with Zayn, Niall wraps his arm around me. I see that Lou has covered up his black eyes nicely, but she can’t cover up the metal braces on his nose.
“What’s wrong, Love?” he asks, and I quickly wipe away my tears, snuggling into him.
“We, uh,” Liam says quietly, tugging at the collar on his shirt. “We sort of brought up last night.”
I feel Niall tense and I put a hand on his leg. “It’s okay, Niall,” I say quietly. “It was going to come up sooner or later.”
“Yeah, but not now,” he says, and I can practically hear the glare he’s giving the boys.
I squeeze his leg, trying to let him know it’s okay. “Really, I’m fine. Please don’t be angry with them.”
Niall squeezes my shoulders. “Whatever you say.”
“Okay,” Zayn says from Lou’s chair. “Your turn, Harry.”
Harry trades places with Zayn, and then when Harry is done he trades with Liam. The whole time, we’re talking about random things - from carrots to zebras. These boys are so random that they’re not, if that makes sense. As soon as Liam is made up, the boys and I go to leave.
“Ah ah!” Lou and Caroline both yell. “Maci, come here!”
Caroline hurries over and takes my arm, pulling me toward the chair. “I-I don’t wear makeup,” I say hesitantly.
“Nonsense!” Lou tells me, pushing me into the chair.
“Really, I don’t,” I say, closing my eyes as she puts a foundation brush in my face. “I’ve never worn any kind of makeup beside a little foundation, but I only wear that when... I only wear it sometimes.”
“Well, today is your lucky day,” Caroline says. “The first time that you ever wear makeup, Lou gets to do it for you. Watch her work her magic!”
“Oh please, Caroline,” Lou says to her. “I don’t even need to put much makeup on her, she’s already carrying loads of natural beauty.”
“I knew this!” Niall says, raising his hand and making me blush like an idiot.
“Niall!” Lou snaps. “Stop talking, when she blushes I can’t blend her skin tone!” This only makes my face get hotter, and the boys laugh.
“You really are, Love,” Caroline says to me softly, and begins messing with my hair.
I smile. “Thank you.”
“There we are,” Lou says about five minutes later. “Go take a look.”
I get down from the chair and walk to the bathroom. I’m amazed by what I see. My eyes look about two times darker, but in a good way. The eye shadow that she’s used accent my eyes perfectly, and it also matches the outfit. My hair is braided into a messy bun, and I love the look of it. I’m smiling like an idiot when Niall walks in, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Beautiful,” he says, resting his chin on my shoulder.
My face turns beet red, and Niall can see it in the mirror. “Thank you,” I say as he laughs quietly. “Thank Lou and Caroline.”
“In my opinion,” he whispers, “you don’t need the makeup.”
I lean my head back on his chest. “Thank you.”
“Alright, Love Birds!” Louis shouts, making me jump. “Lets get a move on!”
Niall takes my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and out the door. He’s perfect, there’s no doubt about it. And the fact that he would choose me of all people? I don’t even know what to think. It’s only been four days, and I can already honestly say that I’m falling for this boy.