Dreaming about London

“Oh my God, Niall!” I exclaimed. “You scared me.” I smiled because he did.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen in to the toilet. You were gone a long time.”

“Yeah I know, I just couldn’t stop staring at my beautiful self in the mirror.” We laughed.

“Well, I understand. You look great,” he said suddenly acting more serious.

“That’s because you’ve only seen me with a tomato-face and sweat drifting down my chest.” I had to a joke or else the blood would just keep pumping straight against my cheeks. He did laugh though, but then said: “No, I’m serious. Maja, you’re a great person to be around. I’m so glad I destroyed my knees just to get to talk to you.” He took my hand in his.

Then it was my turn to laugh. I just loved that he had kind of the same care-free personality as me – it felt great to just have fun and be happy. “Well, you seem like a really nice guy, Niall. I enjoy your company very much,” I said.

He looked straight in to my eyes, while he slowly started to lean down towards me. I just stood there in the door to the toilet, without knowing what to do. Just as our lips were only a few inches away from each other Niall got pushed to the side by a very dizzy and pale Eleanor.


“Eleanor, what’s…” I began, but I didn’t have to finish the sentence or wait for an answer before I quickly and hard pushed her to sit down in front of the toilet, holding her long hair in my hand. It was really close to end badly but I managed to lift the toilet seat right before poor Eleanor got to re-experience half a day’s worth of food and drinks.

“Oh my God,” Niall said. “I’m going to get her some water.”

I nodded while saying encouraging and comforting words to her and rubbing her back. Then Louis came rushing in. “Oh no, sweety, I’m so sorry,” he began, but I quickly told him to get some coke and yoghurt ready for her, and he did as I told him. I knew there was nothing worse than too many people around you, when you were feeling sick.


Ten minutes later we all found ourselves at the dining table in the kitchen, gathered around Eleanor who was trying to eat some yoghurt and sipping her coke.

“It’s good for the stomach,” I told her and then continued after a few seconds: “I’m so sorry, Eleanor.”

“No, it’s okay, it was not the beers that made me sick,” she said with a smile. “I think it was those strong margaritas.”

Harry and Louis looked at each other with guilt and both apologized to her.

“Yeah, but if it hadn’t been for me, you would never had started a party at 12 o’clock, and the boys wouldn’t have made those margaritas,” I said feeling guilty as well.

“No, don’t say that!” Liam suddenly interrupted. “It was a great and spontaneous idea!” He still looked and sounded quite affected by the alcohol. I couldn’t but laugh at his cute attempt to lighten the mood around him.

“Well thank you, Liam,” I said still smiling.

“It was my own fault though,” Eleanor said. “To drink strong drinks and beer on an almost empty stomach is just not a good idea. But it wasn’t until now I realized how hungry I was.”

“I’m hungry too,” Niall said.

“Me too,” both Harry and Zayn agreed.

“Then let’s make you guys some food, you poor boys!” I said now smiling at their measly appearance.

“Yeah Maja, swirl that pan!” Harry smiled at me. I quickly found a pan and did my trick while making a cartoon face. Harry now laughed and so did Niall.


An hour later the kitchen slowly began to get filled by the smell of lasagna that was minutes from being done. Perrie, Eleanor and I were having a blast making funny and ugly faces, where I’d always been then champion, except for Aida.

“Perrie, I really have to say you’re in whole different league,” I said to her when she made one like a Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, looking completely scary and disgusting.


I asked a lot about Perrie’s band, Little Mix, and Eleanor’s job as a model. They’d both experienced so much within such a short time and on top of that their boyfriends were part of the biggest boy band in the world. They told me about red carpet events, concerts and crazy fans and I listened closely, completely mesmerized with their lives.


“What about you?” Eleanor asked. “What are your dreams?”

“Well. I’ve been thinking a lot about being a musician,” I said feeling a bit insecure.

“Yeah, I heard you played a lot of music and that you’re playing a concert. I’m really looking forward,” Perrie said smiling in approval.

“We’ll see about that,” I joked and then continued: “I’m actually moving to London with my two friends in late September to, you know, try to make it happen.”

“Really? That sounds great!” Eleanor said. “That must take a lot of courage, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I mean, I think so, it’ll probably get to me in a couple of weeks,” I answered.

“Don’t worry – you’ll be fine. London is a lovely city and now you have a load of friends that can help you out anytime!”

I smiled at the two beautiful girls in front of me. “Oh thank you. That really means a lot.”

“No problem. You seem like a really fun and clever girl. Besides, I think it would make Niall happy to hear that you’re moving to London.” Perrie had a teasing smile written all over her face.

I looked at her with wide eyes and then went completely red on my cheeks. “Is it hot in here or what?” I said and they both laughed. But I couldn’t stop wondering about what the girls may knew. Had Niall told about me and in that case, what had he said then? I decided to keep my thoughts to myself and change the subject by asking: “Where are the boys anyway? They’ve been gone for ages and left the women with all the cooking.”



All the three of us went in to the living room to find the boys in a heated discussion on which napkins to choose for the dining table. Both Perrie, Eleanor and stared completely stunned as Harry said: “I think we should use the ones made out of cotton. They’re really classy – like a baws!” He did a hand gesture towards Louis who apparently had argued that it would be best to use the rest of the light blue ones, since the packet was already open.

“Perrie likes pink,” Zayn just said holding on to his packet of pink napkins. I couldn’t resist giving Perrie a light push in her side with my elbow and she just pushed back.

“Which one do you think Maja would like?” Niall said with a thoughtful frown on his forehead and suddenly the rest of the discussion went silent. Now it was my turn to get pushed by two elbows from each side of me. “I mean, she cooked lunch for us,” Niall added. He started to look a bit uncomfortable.


“I’d like one of each,” I said smiling at him.

All the boys, that until now hadn’t noticed us listening to their conversation, looked up at us with frightened looks on their faces. Niall blushed even more and slowly began to look like me exercising. Harry was the one who broke the silence. “Well, then we’ll take one of each.”



The girls and I went back in to the kitchen to get some salad done for the lasagna that I’d taken out of the oven to cool off a bit before serving.

“Something smells amazing,” Niall said walking in to the kitchen as well. The girls reacted impressively quickly and took both the salad and the lasagna in to the table. I then turned towards Niall who stood right next to me.

“You’re great,” I just said touching his cheek that had now gone back to its normal color. He smiled and looked down at his feet, still a bit embarrassed I think.

“Niall, Maja! Get in here if you want any lunch before it disappears,” Liam shouted.

“Come on,” I said and took his hand and pulled him in to the rest of the people that were gathered around a dining table in the other end of the big living room. We sat down to the sound of laugh and compliments about the food. At that exact moment I felt extremely lucky and very happy.



Hours went by as we sat there eating, talking and laughing. The boys did the dishes since while the girls and I enjoyed a glass of red wine and some gossip talk. They were both so nice to me and really funny.



Right before dinner I decided that it was time to get home before my mum would start worrying, and Niall walked me out to the front door like last time. On the way out he took my hand.

“Thanks again for a lovely day, Niall,” I said looking in to his comforting blue eyes. “You have some amazing friends, you’re all so nice to be around. I hope I can come visit you again soon.”

“Can I say something?” he suddenly said and I nodded with a slightly confused look on my face. “I like you.”

I then smiled. “I like you too.”

“I was wondering if maybe I could take you out on a real date? We don’t get to each other that well when we’re together with all the boys. How about tomorrow?”

“Uhm. I’m so sorry again. I just really have to practice for my concert, I have a lot to get done before next Thursday, and I promised my mum to make a birthday cake for my sister in the evening – she’s having friends coming over Friday.”

Niall nodded but had that terrible disappointed face that always made me want to cry.

“Do you want to help me make a purple birthday cake tomorrow night?” I asked and he lightened up looking incredibly handsome. “That sounds fantastic!” he said smiling at me. “Is it a date then?”

“A cake date,” I answered right before kissing him on the cheek. He pulled me in for a hug and for a few seconds I just enjoyed feeling his arms around me. All worries disappeared. I felt safe. Niall pulled away a bit and placed a hand on my cheek while brushing a lock of hair away from my face with the other. And without further action he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

It felt amazing. So soft and tender and… right. I felt right to kiss him. I didn’t want it to end. He pulled away and smiled at me.

“See you tomorrow then,” I said after another hug and turned around to walk home.



When I got home dinner was ready.

“Hello dear,” my mum said when I entered the kitchen. “Did you and the girls have a good time at the beach?”

“Yes. Yes, it was fine,” I said suddenly remembering what I had told my mum in a text message earlier that day. I sat down to eat with my family, while I kept thinking about Niall and his kiss. I must have acted a bit deserted, cause my sister, Laura, at age 16, had to yell my name, before I noticed that she’d been trying to tell me about how she wanted her cake to look like for a couple of minutes at the time.



Later I sat on my bed with my laptop, checking my e-mail once again to see if I had gotten any answer to when Aida, Em and I could move in. And I had – September 26th. I quickly pulled out my phone to call both of them and confirm that we now were one step closer to get the chances to follow our dreams.



The second I hung up Niels came in my room. “Hey, whatever happened with knocking first?” I asked a little bit annoyed. “I could have been naked or something.”

“Have you been with Niall today?” he asked not affected by my complaining. I smiled wide and nodded.

“How did you know?” I then asked.

“Come on! You should yourself at dinner. You looked completely disoriented and almost all the time you had this smirk planted all over your face. You’d be retarded if you didn’t notice something weird about the way you were acting.”

I just looked at him and then he asked: “Did you guys hug?”

I nodded.

“Did you guys kiss?”

I nodded again.

“Did you guys have sex?”

“Jesus Christ, Niels!” I exclaimed. “No, of course we didn’t!”

He smiled. “Ok ok, just wanted to make sure. Just remember to relax – us boys sometimes also kiss girls that we don’t necessarily like, just for fun. Or to make them shut up.”

“I don’t think Niall wanted me to shut up…” I began but he cut me off.

“Don’t forget to keep your head in the game.”

“Now see, Niels, that’s the thing though,” I said, “I don’t think he’s a game player.”

“Is he gay then?”

I once again hit him on his shoulder, but this time a lot harder than the last. He was always so full of shit.

Notes

The first kiss! Hopefully there will be a lot more of those! Looking forward to hear your response! :-D