“So have you kissed him yet!?” Catherine asked as she walked with me to work. “No, because it’s only been 2 weeks since I met him and a week since he asked me to be his girlfriend. I don’t wanna mess this relationship up like I have with all the other ones.”
“How the hell do you resist him,” She wondered out loud. “God, I don’t know,” I said to her. We stopped in front of the photography studio that I work in. “Well, they’re coming over to your house tomorrow night, right?” I nodded, “They’ll be there. Will you?”
“Definitely,” She nodded, “I’ll see then, Lizzie. Bye.” She smiled and nodded then walked away. I walked into my workplace and went straight to the studio I normally work in.
While I was setting up the lights for the day, I noticed that my fill light was blown. I went to my boss’s studio to get an extra. “Hey, Mike, do you have an extra fill light?” I asked looking down at my outfit and not paying attention.
“Yeah, behind the set,” He responded. I went to walk up behind his set when someone cleared their throat. Confused, I looked up. “Oh! Hey guys!” I smiled at the boys. “Hey Elizabeth!” They responded.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” Niall smiled walking up to me. He took me into a hug and I instantly relaxed. “Yeah, I’ve been here for like 3 years. Actually, can you help me take the light to my studio?” He nodded and followed me behind the white backdrop. He picked up the large light with ease and followed me into the studio. “Thanks, Ni,” I smiled.
“No problem. Hey, so are you doing anything tonight?” He asked. “I have a doctor’s appointment at 4 to 5, but after that, I’m free. What did you have in mind?” I responded
“Third date?” He smiled. I couldn’t help but smile at him, “I’d love that,” I answered. He dropped a kiss on my cheek and left to continue his photo shoot. I grinned to myself and carried on the rest of the day in a giddy mood.
***
“So, Elizabeth, how are you doing?” Dr. Werner asked kindly, too kindly, to be honest. I stifled an eye roll before answering. “I’ve been really well. The same as last appointment and the appointment before that and so on and so forth.”
“Then why are you still here?” She asked skeptically. This time I rolled my eyes without shame. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask my brother why I’m still here,” I snapped at the psychiatrist.
“Well, he seems to think that you still need help,” She explained. I sighed, “I’m 20 years old. I have a job, a car, and my own house, don’t you think I can make my own decisions? It’s been 3 and a half years since I hurt myself and 3 years since I’ve had any contact with drugs. There is a zero percent chance that I’m going to relapse.”
“We’re just taking extra precautions. Now, I was thinking about anti-depressants—“
“Hold up,” I interrupted, “You’re talking about giving anti-depressants to an ex-drug addict!? Are you mad? That’s completely mental, do you want me to relapse!? Do you want to see me in rehab? No, this appointment is so over. Wait a second, why am I even seeing a psychiatrist? Shouldn’t I be with a psychologist who can’t prescribe addictive pills to an ex-addict? You’re sick, really, you are. Good riddance.” With that I stood and grabbed my black leather cross-body bag and promptly left Dr. Werner’s office.
I ran down the hallway and out to the busy street. Not caring about the time difference, I dialed Sebastian’s number. “Hello?” He answered on the third ring. I stepped into my car before I spoke.
“Dr. Werner tried prescribing anti-depressants. Sebastian, I am FINE, okay? I’ve been healthy and happy. So I am not going to anymore therapists. I’m 20 years old and perfectly able to make my own decisions, so my decision is no more therapists. I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d support and respect my decision.”
He sighed into the phone, “You’re right, Lizzie. I’m sorry. I agree with you. You are perfectly able to make your own choices and I’m sorry for not realizing that earlier,” His slightly faded Doncaster accent spoke. I breathed out a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”
“I love you and I just want the best for my little sister. By the way, I already got the tickets to come to London over Christmas.”
“Damn, it’s a little early, don’t you think?” I said pulling out of the office parking lot. “Says the girl who booked flight tickets for next summer while you were in my house.” I rolled my eyes at his comment. “I guess impatience is a Hanover thing,” I muttered. “So Stacy came home from work last night with a pretty interesting magazine,” He told me. I slightly smiled. I love Stacy. She and Sebastian have been dating for about 2 years and they’re bloody perfect together. “Wait,” I said, “What?”
“Who the hell is Niall Horan?” He demanded. My eyes widened. “Wait, what magazine are you talking about?”
“In Touch. That’s not the point. Why are you holding hands with an 18 year old Irish pop singer?” I rolled my eyes again, “Oh my god, Sebastian, he’s really nice and sweet and talented and supportive and he’s my boyfriend…” I ended in a whisper.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” He said in a monotone voice. “Dude, we’ve been dating for a week, we haven’t even officially gone public, give it time. Look, I have to go, I’m home and I have to get ready for my date.”
“Does he know you have a 27 year old brother?” He asked. “Yes! Don’t you have some lives to save, Dr. Hanover?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Have fun, Lizzie. Love you, bye!” I laughed softly, “Love you too, Sebass.” I hung up just as I got a text from Niall.
Dress casual. I’ll pick you up at 6. :)
It’s funny how even that simple text message can make fireworks explode in my stomach. I walked into my townhouse and went straight up to my bathroom. I showered and then changed into my favorite tank top and curled my hair.
I stepped into a pair of skinny jeans and my favorite pair of old grey high top converse. I finished lacing up my shoes as the doorbell rang. I slipped my iPhone into my back pocket and jogged down the stairs. I opened the door and was immediately wrapped into a Horan hug. I laughed and relaxed into the hug, breathing in his signature Armani Mania scent. I smiled and squeezed his torso. “Hi,” He mumbled into my neck. “Hi,” I answered, muffled by his shoulder.
I could faintly hear the clicks of cameras but ignored it. Niall pulled away with a grin on his face, “So there’s this really cool place that I know, it’s a secret spot that only me and the guys and some friends know about. I think you’ll love it.” He grabbed my hand and led me to his car, opening the door for me. I got in and tried to push the Dr. Werner situation out of my mind so I could enjoy my date with Niall. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he got into the car and buckled his seat belt.
My head snapped in his direction and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How did you…” I trailed off. “I don’t know, I guess I just know you,” He responded, pulling out into the street. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine,” I smiled. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I grinned a cheesy grin at him. “You know that your eyes, like, crinkle up when you grin like that?” I instantly blushed. “I hate when that happens,” I mumbled.
“Aw, come on, it’s cute!” He argued. I opened my mouth to disagree when the radio cut me off. “If I was your boyfriend I’d never let you go, I can take you places you ain’t ever been before.”
“Oh my god! I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER!” I shouted. “That reminds me, I was talking to Justin last night and he said that his album’s release date was pushed back,” Niall told me. “Wait, so it’s not coming out next month?” I asked.
“No, some legal things happen and now he has to re-record and re-write a bunch of songs.”
“That’s insane! When’s it gonna be released?” Niall thought for a second, “Not for like a year and a half. In the meantime, management thought it’d be a good idea for him to do a Christmas album.”
“Ohhh, a Justin Bieber Christmas,” I wriggled my eyebrows. Niall gasped in mock hurt, “Elizabeth! I-I-I’m hurt!” I laughed, “Don’t worry, you’re my favorite, you cute little leprechaun, you.”
Niall fake glared at me for calling him a leprechaun and I just laughed. After about 10 minutes of teasing banter we were in a town just outside of London, in front of a big house. “Who’s house is this?”
“Ours, as in One Direction’s,” He replied before stepping out of the car. “Oh look at me, I’m an international pop star and I have 2 houses,” I mumbled to myself. I got out of the car before he could open the door for me and followed him to the backyard of the house.
“Oh my god this is so cool!” I exclaimed staring it awe.
“This is my favorite place to be,” He said, “Well other than with you.”
“Awww, you’re so cheesy and cute,” I cooed pinching his cheek. “So what movie are we watching,” I asked as I sat on one of the couch things. “Titanic,” Niall responded.
“That is my favorite movie,” I cheered. He sat next to me and we started watching the glorious movie.
***
“There was enough room on that door!” Niall cried. I sniffled wiped away a tear. “No,” I shook my head, “there wasn’t. They tried but it would have sunk under the weight. Oh, the emotion is too much.”
The movie had ended about 30 minutes ago and we were still sobbing. I wiped away the tears and stood, stretching. “I love and hate that movie at the same time,” I mumbled. Niall stood in front of me and agreed.
The sky had fallen black and the stars were shining. The lights were twinkling and I could just barely make out Niall’s brilliant ocean blue eyes. Other than his laugh and smile, his never-ending blue eyes were my favorite part of Niall. They were always shining and bright. I had spent days trying to find something as blue as his eyes, but nothing can compare to that shocking shade of blue.
We stare into each other’s eyes, blue eyes meeting brown eyes, for what seemed like forever. After a while, we started leaning in. As soon as our lips touched, sparks went off and butterflies exploded in my stomach.
Nothing else mattered in that moment. It was just me and Niall. Everything was perfect.

Notes

Awww they kissed!

Thank you so much for reading!

I loooooooooove you!!!

~Alex