How I Met Him

When we were done the house tour, we went back to the TV room where the boys were in basketball shorts and shirts, feet up, and popcorn at their sides. Harry took over one couch, Zayn took over another one, Niall had the ground, in front of the coffee table, with pillows and blankets, and Louis and Liam were to share the bigger couch in the middle. I didn’t know where to sit, but I was hoping it was next to Niall. Fortunately, he patted the space beside him waiting for me to sit down next to him. I complied, and sat on his left, with the popcorn in the middle of us two.

“Who’s picked this? What is this rubbish?!” Louis playfully raged when he saw the opening of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. He booed and threw popcorn at Zayn, who was the culprit of the choice. He quieted down and we watched the movie in silence. I couldn’t pay close attention to the movie because a) Niall had held my hand earlier, sat me on his lap, talked to me, LISTENED to me, and comforted me, b) I was spending time with One Direction, c) Niall’s hand was creeping next to mine again. I’m not complaining.

Eventually, Niall ate all the popcorn, drank all the Red Bull, had some chocolates, and was full, so I found it the perfect time to get closer to him. We were covered with a big red blanket, and our hands were under, wrapped around each others. He was a very touchy boy, and yet again; I’m not complaining. I put my head on his shoulder and he replied with putting his head on mine. We could hear some aw’s from behind us, which were suddenly quieted down. I guessed that Niall did something very rude to shut them up. Haha.

Halfway through the film, I must’ve dozed off because I awoke to the rolling credits at the end of the film. I yawned and stretched, looked around and saw them all sleeping as well. Zayn was absolutely adorable, snuggling with a pillow in hand. It was quite dark in the room,
but 4 numbers flashed at me: 00:39.

Shit. I looked around for my mobile phone, checked my pockets when I remembered that I left it on my desk at home. Shit.

Mum’s going to kill me. She’s going to slaughter me, cook me up and eat me. I’m dead.

“Niall. Niall, please wake up,” I whispered to him, crouching down to his level. When he wouldn’t budge, I started speaking in a louder voice until I was almost yelling.

“I’m up, I’m up!” Niall groaned. FinallyohGod I pointed to the clock which made him get up faster. He was pretty sleepy, which looked super cute. He was an adorable little potato, aww. I admired him for a bit until he was almost out the door, putting on his shoes and coat.

“You comin’ love? We kinda need to get you home,” I shook my head to hide my one-time crush, put my flats back on and walked with him. He put me under his arm again, and I couldn’t help but ask why he always did it.

“Because you’re adorably tiny, and you fit perfectly under there. Not to mention, I get a kick out of seeing you blush,” he winked. I kept looking straight, afraid that if I saw his face, I would blush again. We walked all the way to his car, which was parked a couple metres away.

“Your place?” I asked simply, pointing to the same building. He nodded and we got in.

“If you ever need me, it’s the second floor. And you know Louis and Harry’s flat, too, so,” he smiled. I nodded again. It was kind of an awkward silence after that, so he turned on the radio a bit low. There wasn’t anything good, but whatever. Anything to cure the silence.

“Oh, yeah! Mind if I borrow your mobile? Need to ring my mum, she’s going to have my head if I don’t,” I half-heartedly chuckled. He handed me his phone, which by the way, was in his back pocket, unlocked, and I started dialling my mum’s number.

“Hey, ma.. It’s Emma,” I said, first thing before she could interrupt me.

“Emma. Oh my God, George, Emma’s safe! Yeah, she’s on the phone with me now!” She called to my father. I smiled weakly at Niall, knowing that he could possibly hear the conversation between us.

“Emma, where have you been? Do you know how many times I’ve called your phone?! Do you know how many times I’ve texted it! Where has it been?!” She yelled at me.

“Mummy, calm down, I’m safe. It’s on my desk table; I forgot to pick it up with me. Mum, something’s happened, but I’m in the car with someone at the moment. Save your yelling for later, when I get home, yeah? Gotta go Mum, I’ll talk to you later,” she hung up frustrated on me. I sat down quietly, and a little embarrassed. I put his phone in the cup holder between us and kept my hands on my lap. He glanced at me a couple times, and back to the road.

“Emma, love, I don’t know where you live, and you kinda need to guide me.”

“Oh! Right, ha, I knew that,” I said embarrassed. I told him the directions, my street name and number, and any other land marks around my area. London was quite beautiful at night, and especially with a handsome man by my side, it made it extra gorgeous tonight.

We didn’t really know what to talk about, so we just talked about his life and how it was different from his old life back in Ireland. He explained that at first, he felt left out and awkward, but now that the other boys were his closest mates, he felt much better, even though sometimes he really misses his family and mates back home. He asked me about my life, but I reminded him that it wasn’t any different from what I explained to him a couple hours
ago.

We got to my house, and he walked me to the door like a true gentleman. I could hear the lights turning on and my parents shuffling to get closer to the door, but I didn’t mind them.

“It was very nice meeting you, Emma. Sorry I fell asleep, and please ask of your parents to forgive me for not getting you home on time,” he sheepishly said, and I giggled at this.

“It’s alright; I’ll deal with it later. It was really cool meeting you lads, you boys were the absolute sweetest boys I had the pleasure of meeting. Good night, Niall Horan,” I smiled and gave him a quick hug.

Before I went touched the doorknob though, he coughed a little which made me look back at him.

“You’re forgetting your number in my phone. I want to see you; you’re a really cool gal. If you don’t mind of course,” and he gave me his phone. I plugged my number and name in, and he gave me another hug and kiss on my cheek. Eep! The place that he kissed quickly warmed up and I touched it with the tips of my fingers.

“Goodnight Emma. Sweet dreams, babe,” and he walked away. I squealed inside my head and went inside.

“So, who was he, and why are you late?” Uh-oh, time to deal with my parents.