Dreaming about London

The next day I wasn’t in the mood for practicing my own songs at all – only Irish folk music on my violin. I ended up picking one to play at the concert. I decided to do a thing called step, which is where you sit on a chair when you play. And while playing a fast melody you stamp some certain rhythms with your feet – it’s quite difficult but I’d been practicing it for years and it was a great thing to perform at concert to impress people.


I ended up having to force myself to the piano to finish a cover of a Danish traditional song, which I wanted to make a pop version out of. That took me several hours, I decided to tune the song up so I would have to sing the light and high notes, which was much more departure than the deep ones. I was going to perform one song though that I’d written a couple of years ago that mostly was kept down in the deep notes – it was a bit of a gloomy song, called Your Heart Is As Black As Night.



I spent the rest of the day to decide exactly which songs and tunes to perform and in which order. I had to play for an hour so it was really comforting to know that Aida and Em would help me on a couple of songs, then you don’t feel as much pressure as when you’re performing alone.

I had a great day on my own with nothing but music and Niall on my mind – both things that made me smile.

But when I went to get me some lunch in the kitchen, no one was around. And so the binges began – two hours flew by with doing nothing but walking back and forth between the fridge and the toilet. I felt disgusting. Niall had said he liked me. But how? How could he like someone that did this terrible thing to itself?


That was the actually the worst part about bulimia – it made you feel so incredibly disgusting and insecure, it completely destroys your self-esteem. I hated it. I hated that no matter how much Niall would show that he might like me I would always question his behavior, not having any chance to let any positive things about me get to my brain that had been twisted by an awful eating disorder.

That is without doubt the worst part.



Right before dinner time I got a text from him asking what time he should come, and I wrote back that 7 o’clock would be fine. It then daunted on me that I would probably have to tell my mum about his visit – the most difficult part in any flirt or relationship is always to tell your parents about it. Damn.


“Uhm, mum?” I started when she and I were doing the dishes after dinner. “Eh… uhm… well you see…” God it was hard to finish that sentence!

“What is it?” my mum asked and stopped for a minute with her dishes.

“I have… There’s a friend of mine coming over to visit me in...” I looked at the clock, “half an hour. He’s just going to help me with the birthday cake and you know… hang out.”

She smiled. “I see. So it’s a boy?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes, it’s a boy!”

“And do you like this boy?”

“I don’t know yet… Maybe… A little maybe.” I looked down.

She just nodded while sending me an insidious smile. “And what’s his name?”

“Niall,” I said. “He’s from Ireland,” I added when I saw her facial expression. Niall wasn’t exactly a common name in Denmark.

“Oh okay.”



Twenty minutes later I was going out of my mind. I kept checking that my room was clean, that there weren’t any underwear lying around. I fixed my hair ten times, checked my teeth and makeup in the mirror all the time. I changed my clothes three times, but ended up wearing a cute and relaxed floral dress.

Suddenly I heard footsteps from outside the driveway. I made a last squeal and quickly pulled myself together and went to the front door when someone knocked. I looked in to a pair of eyes that were almost as blue as mine. And I smiled.

“Hi Niall,” I said.

He smiled wide and proud and pulled out a handful of field flowers. “I picked these up on my way over here.”

“Oh that’s so nice of you!” I exclaimed and hugged him tightly.

“I got your mum some as well.” He pulled out the other hand from behind his back.

“Pulling out the big guns, eh?” I winked at him. “Come on in!”

My mum came walking out in the hall when I closed the door behind Niall, just as I had told her to do.

“Hello,” she said in poor school English and reached out her hand, “my name is Leni.”

“Hi, I’m Niall,” he said with his wonderful accent and shook her hand. “I brought you some flowers that I picked up from the side of the road on my way over here.” He gave her the other handful of flowers.

“Thank you, you’re a nice boy.”


I couldn’t help but laugh at her bad English with a thick Danish accent. She took my flowers as well to put them in a vase, while I took Niall for a tour around the house.

“This house is really big!” he exclaimed. “Isn’t it amazing to live out here among the beautiful fields?”

I nodded. “Mmh, I love it. Especially during the summer.”



On the tour he got to meet almost my entire family. Lars was a huge One Direction Fan and went completely crazy when he saw Niall coming through the door to his room. Laura almost fainted when she met him and asked me in Danish why I on Earth hadn’t warned her before this happened and that we needed a talk later. Niels shook his hand, but seemed very shy as well – I guess it’s because his English was not that good.

“How many siblings do you have?” Niall suddenly asked and I smiled.

“Uhm, 4. My sister has moved out though. My parents got divorced and my mum is with another man who has 3 kids as well. But they’re only visiting every other week,” I explained to him.

“Wow. That’s crazy. I only have an elder brother. Okay, so where is this scary boyfriend of your mother’s that I have to impress to date you?”

He made me laugh again. “He’s harvesting – he’s a farmer. He owns all the fields you see around us.”

Niall nodded making a relieved face while I let him to the kitchen saying: “Come on, we have a purple cake to make.”



We had a blast. Even though Niall loved food he was a total mess in the kitchen, losing eggs on the floor, overturning the milk and turning on the whisk when the beaters weren’t properly attached to it.


I did nothing but laugh for the next two hours, where we actually managed to bake a chocolate cake and make a custard with white chocolate and blueberries that would make it look purple and that had to cool overnight in the fridge.

“I’ll finish it tomorrow,” I said. “You look terrible.”

Niall looked down at himself and started laughing. His white t-shirt was any other color than white at that moment.

“I think you can borrow a clean one from my brother, let’s get that one washed,” I said and let him downstairs where me and Niels’ rooms were and also the laundry room. I found a dark blue t-shirt and went in to my room where I’d sent Niall. When I got in he’d already taken off his shirt and revealed now a more than well trained chest and apps.

I must have been staring for a while cause he ended up having to pull the blue t-shirt out of my hands to put it on, instead of me giving it to him. He laughed at my foolish appearance and I immediately forced myself to look out the window, where I discovered that it was suddenly dark.

“Man, it’s dark already,” Niall said following my glance out the window.

“Yeah, I know. It’s quite scary to walk through the trees when it’s dark, I think,” I said trying to act casually.

“And we didn’t finish that cake yet. I feel like I should help you with that tomorrow.” He looked up at me with a gorgeous smile. He walked towards me reaching his hand behind me to close the door to my room. This way our faces were only inches apart. He came closer and closer until I was pressed up against the door, where he had his one hand placed from before. He looked me straight in the eyes before kissing me with same tenderness as yesterday.

I felt the same calmness when our lips met, but this time was a bit different. I also felt shock waves of lust and passion pumping through my body. He put his other hand around my waist and pulled me closer while playing with my hair with the other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He slid his tongue in my mouth and grabbed my hair with force.

The shock waves inside my body enhanced second by second. It felt amazing to kiss him, to feel the warmth of his body press mine close against the door. I started to feel a bulge grow through his pants, pressing on my stomach. His hands travelled around my body, from my hair, my ear, my cheek and down to my waist, lightly brushing my breast on their way down. I began breathing heavier in his mouth while tugging on his hair. He started to kiss my neck all the way to my ear. He suddenly grabbed my breast while lightly biting on my earlobe and letting out a deep moan. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down my body and I let my hands explore his torso outside the t-shirt. He kissed me again with force and I tugged on the t-shirt in pleasure.


He pulled away a bit after several minutes and pressed his forehead against mine. We stood there for a bit, I have no idea for how long, with our eyes closed and breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and brushed my lower lip with his finger before kissing it softly. He smiled at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

I blushed and looked down with a vague smile. Niall took my hand and pulled me towards the bed where he sat down leaning up against the pillows. I sat down next to him, he wrapped his arm around me and I leaned up against his shoulder and chest.

“This is difficult,” he said. I turned up my face to look at him, without knowing what he was talking about. “It’s just…” he continued, “I think I might really like you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, still confused.

“How could this work? I mean, you live here in Denmark and I’m living in London or travelling around the world constantly. None of us would have any time left to see each other.”

“Niall…” I smiled at him and sat up a bit. “I haven’t told you this, cause I didn’t know how our little… thing would evolve.”

He looked at me with concern.

“I’m moving to London in two months with my two friends,” I said.

His eyes stood wide open and he quickly sat up as well. “Are you serious?”

I nodded.

“But… why?” he asked looking confused. “I mean… You know what I mean.”

“I want to be a musician, and Denmark isn’t exactly the right place to fulfill any big dreams. And I’ve thought about it for a long time. So now I’m doing it.” I smiled a proud but also nervous smile.

“Oh my God, that’s great!” Niall exclaimed. “You must have a lot of courage and will power to do something like that.”

“Well I’m quite nervous, but my two best friends are moving there with me. It helps a lot to know that there will be someone there you know and get on with.”

“I’m so relieved. I’ve been thinking about this since you were at our house Monday.” He hugged my tightly and breathed in to my hair.

“Why since Monday?” I asked when we pulled away from each other.

“I don’t know, I think that that was the first time I actually experienced you being among people – among my friends. You can always tell how a person’s like by the way they act with new people.”

“I see. So you kind of wanted to test my skills? Did I pass the test then?” I smiled.

“You most certainly did.” I smiled even wider at his answer.



“So tell me Niall. Is there anything you think I should know about you? Do you have any secrets?” I winked at him.

“Well, you’ve seen my knees. Beside that… uhm, my teeth used to be quite crooked so I wore braces for a year and a half a couple of years ago. But I don’t know. I mean, I guess I was just born pretty perfect.”

We both laughed at his silly joke, before he asked: “What, is there any secrets you would like to tell me?”

I started to feel a bit warm. “Actually there’s something that you should know. I wasn’t sure if you would find it too crazy so I haven’t told you about it.”

“What is it?” He looked at me a bit concerned.

“Don’t be scared.” I walked over to my closet and pulled out a hoodie. I unfolded it and revealed a picture of 5 boys joking around at a red telephone box with the words One Direction – Take Me Home written above.

Niall didn’t look affected at all and said: “It is a very nice hoodie you’ve got there.”

I then pulled out a set of linen where the faces of the same 5 five boys were placed on it. “I also used to have loads of badges, a bracelet, 2 DVD’s, 3 books, a singing toothbrush, a singing key chain, a towel and I used to follow Harry’s cat on Twitter.”

“So,” he began now looking a bit confused, “you used to be a fan.”

“A huge fan. More than you can imagine, I was obsessed with you guys.”

“And now?”

“Still am every once in a while,” I admitted, not sure if I had revealed too much. But luckily he laughed. I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing either.

“So when you met me and also the rest of the boys you were actually going out of your mind?” He started laughing even harder.

“Pretty much yeah.” I also laughed now.

“Man, you’re really good at covering it up!”

“It was difficult, trust me. And still is!”

“Oh, your poor girl!” I pouted my mouth and he stood up to give me hug, still laughing though.


Suddenly he began taking off his clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Let’s cuddle,” he said with a wide smile. I just stared at him and his torso, probably the same way as before. When he’d stripped down to his boxers he put himself under the covers. “Come on.”

“Close your eyes then,” I said before taking off my floral dress and put on an oversize t-shirt.

When I turned around he was looking at me.

“Hey, I told you to keep your eyes closed!” I tried to pull off a disappointed and angry look but it was just too impossible when he was lying there reaching out his arms towards me and showing all of his teeth. I took off my beloved men’s watch with a brown leather band that I always wore, and lied down next to him.

“What’s that?” he asked pointing at my left wrist. He grabbed it and read out loud: “White problems”. At first he seemed a bit stunned but then he laughed. I was relieved – the tattoo was meant to be taken as a joke. “Do you have any others?” he asked.

“You’ll see those eventually. Hopefully.” I sent him an insidious smile and he nodded happily.



We kept on talking. And talking. And laughing. And talking.

Hours went by in the blink of an eye and slowly the sun lid up my room through the window.

“What time is it?” I asked and he looked at his watch answering: “7.30.”

“Let’s finish the birthday cake now,” I said and jumped out of bed. “Come.” I reached down my hand towards him. He took it, stood up and followed me upstairs to the kitchen. I took out the custard and quickly mixed it together with the blueberries.

“Wow, that really is purple!” Niall admired and dipped a finger in it to taste it. “Mmmh!” he exclaimed. I started to cover the cake with the custard while Niall was preoccupied tasting and eating every left over he could get his hands on.

Once I finished the cake I finally looked up from it to see him standing in nothing but his boxers and cake crumbs and purple custard all over his face and hands. I collapsed with laughter.

“Look at you!” I yelled not capable to calm my voice down, while he just looked at me with and innocent look that made me laugh even harder. “You’re a complete mess!”

He then suddenly put some on my nose. “Suits you,” he nodded appreciative. I hit his shoulder, dried off my nose with my finger and tasted it.

“Mmmh, I’m a genious.” I said trying to be as witty as he was.

“Want some more?” he moved closer to me and I nodded so eagerly he started laughing. “I think I’ve got something left on my lip.”

Notes

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