Gone

"So, my sister is throwing a party tonight for her eighteenth. You can come...I mean, if you want to. I totally understand if you don't want to because of...well, obvious reasons. It should be fun though. You know, lots of food, people and I'll be there. You probably won't know anyone except for me. It's mostly going to be her friends. I have to go even though she doesn't want me to. It's kind of like a rule. It's totally up to you-" He rambled.
I shut him up with a kiss.
"I'd love to," I grinned.

He was right: I definitely wasn't keen on the idea of going to a party. It was fair enough though considering what had happened last time. I knew that I had to face my fears at some point. I could think of no better way of doing that then to accompany my boyfriend to his troubled sister's party that she didn't even invite him to. Who would want a sixteen year old at their eighteenth?

This time would be different, I decided. I'd make sure of it. There wouldn't be anyone I knew there. Plus, I had a boyfriend now. Niall definitely wasn't the type to get too drunk to protect me from people who might pretend to sleep with me. It just wasn't something he was capable of.

"You sure, love? I don't want to force you to do anything that you're not comfortable with. If you want, you can just hang around me the whole time. I'll keep an eye on you,"
"Niall, it's okay," I laughed, "I'm happy to go with you. I'll just have to ask my parents but it should be okay,"

"Alright well, good then, I'm glad," he smiled shyly, surprised by our sudden lip lock.
He returned the favour before rolling over properly so that we were face to face. As our eyes met, I couldn't them off him. I was engrossed.
"Has anyone ever told you how stunning you are?"

I blushed profusely, shielding my face with my hands. There he went again with the compliments. It was hard to know the difference between him doing his job as my boyfriend or genuinely thinking that I was pretty. Of course I'd been told that I was attractive and sexy a few times but I never really took that stuff seriously. It hadn't really meant anything.

"You're just saying that,"
His face suddenly went all serious as he shook his head violently.
"I promise you that I'm really not. I think you need to be reminded of it every now and then. You know, in case you forget because it seemed like you had. When I tell you that you're stunning, I mean that you're stunning,"

Though he sounded as serious as he looked, I still felt a little bit uncomfortable about him telling me something I'd only ever been told by a small minority. I smiled briefly.
"And you're it," I whispered in his ear as I propped myself up on my elbow, trying to change the subject.
He raised his eyebrows as I suddenly got up and sprinted towards the playground.

Notes

DONE!