The Irish One

CHAPTER 11- I THINK YOU'RE REALLY WEIRD Chapter song: Weightless, All Time Low
[Avaline's apartment, Movie Night, 17:00]
AJ's POV
Niall walked me back to my apartment later that day and the two of us hung out. We were just acquaintances. I even had Niall check the news and look up the weather. We were still having no luck. The roads weren't flooded now, but frozen over in some places... Good luck, I wanted to tell him and his friends, however, I could not bring myself to that. Even if I just wanted to say it to be an arse. In a couple hours it had started to grow dark so I decided to order some take out. There was this small little pizza place on the other side of the town. The only down side is that because of the roads, they wouldn't deliver. So not only couldn't I get rid of Niall, but I couldn't get pizza delivery either. It fucking sucked.
It wasn't too bad.
"Niall?" I say. He was sitting on the couch with a pop and scrolling through his phone. Every once and a while he'd admit a laugh or an 'ehhhew'.
He didn't seem to hear me so I stood up from the kitchen table and waved my hand.
"Hey, earth to shamrock!!!" I shout. That got his attention. He scrunched up his nose like a little five year old refusing to take their medicine. It was quite funny, actually.
"I hate it when you call me that."
"Well, what else am I supposed to call you?" I counter, shoving my hands in my pockets. Niall rolls his pretty blue eyes at me. Wait. . .
"I dunno, m' name, maybe?"
I looked up at the ceiling and pretended to think. "Eh, Shamrock sounds better."
"Fine," he says. He sets down his phone and crosses his arms over his chest. "I'll call you Avaline."
It was my turn to scrunch my nose. I shot him the angriest glare I could possibly manage. He must have thought he was so clever. "What did I tell you about calling me that, Niall." I said lowly. His eyes widened a bit before he smirked at me.
"I like it when you say my name, Avaline." He says, winking. He stands up and takes a couple of steps closer to me.
"Whoa, Ni-Shamrock. Way too sexual." I say. He walks a little closer and I put my hand on his chest to keep the remaining distance. "Why don't we watch that film you still owe me, yeah?" I say. I side step him and rush over to the couch. I pick up the clicker and begin to pull up Netflix. I begin to fish around and he sits down on the couch as well, a good third of a meter away.
"What do you want to watch?" I ask him. Niall shrugs and pulls out a brown paper bag. "I didn't know what you liked, so I brought a bit of everything." He says. I look in the bag and saw that he had several packages of Gummie Babies, Maltesers, Wine Gums, Irn-Bru Bars- I could tell that this was going to be fun.
I take out a package of the wine gums and open them. "The orange one's are mine." I say.
"Ew, you c'n have 'em." he replies. "As long as I can have the green ones."
"I call yellows!"
"Fine, but I get red."
We settled into the couch and continued to flip through all the different selections. "Last Shift?" I ask him. Niall's eyes went wide as he started at the film art in horror.
"Must we?" He gulps.
"Take it you're not much of a horror movie fan." He shakes his head slowly. "Well now's my chance to find out why." I click play. We weren't even past the opening credits when he suddenly jumps and grabs my arm. "Shit Niall, calm the fuck down."
"Sorry," he murmurs. "The music got to me."
"What ever," I say. I released myself from his grasp and wrapped my arm around his shoulders instead. Let me just say, it was a major role switch. And I liked that.
And I'm going to be completely honest: I didn't even pay attention to the film. My focus was on the blonde man-child taking refuge from the movie in my chest. Today was a good day to wear the compression bra, I thought to myself. He would shutter and numerous times he's shout at the screen with things like 'GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE'. Half way through the movie, Niall snatched the remote and paused it.
"Nope, Nope, NOPE!!! I can't fucking do it!" He was panting. I suddenly felt really bad. I was the one that made him watch it.
"Niall, I'm sorry." I stand up as well and pull him into a hug. I rubbed his back and shushed him a bit. I honestly didn't really know what the fuck I was doing. I mean, I never really knew how to be a 'proper girl' but to completely take on the guy role was something I haven't done either. It was a game changer for sure. "Niall... Niall look at me." He does as I says and emits a forced laugh. The poor boy was shaking.
"God I'm pathetic."
"You're not pathetic, Niall." I say. "I find you semi cute, actually."
"Really?"
"Yeah, believe it or not."
"oh, I believe it."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. Niall's demeanor changed a bit. He stepped closer and closer till we were chest to chest. All of his actions were warm and slow. His breath slowed, his movements slowed- even when he blinked. I felt myself change too. I felt myself suddenly warm, and I involuntarily wrap my arms around his neck and our lips were getting closer and closer together until they touched. Our lips connected and began to move. This kiss was different this time. There was something else to it. I felt Niall's hands trail down my back and finally to my hips. Without breaking from our kiss, he told me to jump. I did so without question. With my legs wrapped around him, he carried me effortlessly to my bedroom and threw me down roughly. I found myself not minding one bit. He climbed on top of me and continued on. Niall took hold of my bottom lip between his teeth and carefully tugged down, silently asking permission to access. And I allowed him to do that. And before I knew it his hand was traveling down my waist and to my hips and down to my inner thigh.
"Niall," I moaned. I needed to stop this. Before it went to far. What was happening to me?!
He begins to leave trails of kisses around my lower jaw. Before he suddenly stops. He looks at me strangely. With our only source of light being from one of the outside streetlamps, it was becoming difficult to read his expressions and vaguely get an idea of what he was thinking.
He smiles softly at me. "You amaze me." He says. Kissing me again.
"How so?"
"You're just so different... you make me feel like I can be myself. That I'm a real person."
"You are a real person, Niall. A real boy, if you want to go Disney for second." I tell him. Niall looks at me sadly. He sits up and leans against the wall since my bed was literally a mattress on the floor.
He chuckles dryly like he had just thought of something. "Yeah? Well sometimes I feel more like a puppet than anything.." he sighs, it was one of those long-releasing kind of sighs. "What? how are you a puppet? You're a fucking person." I reply. He shakes his head again. "Depends on who ye' ask." He shakes his head sadly and pulls one knee to his chest. I sit up and look at him, flipping my hair out of my eyes so I could see him better.
"Well, aren't you a real person?" I ask him.
Niall shrugs. "Sometimes I am, other times I'm just smiling for the camera and hope that people fuck off and not pick at me. . ." He pauses and thinks over what she said. "So to speak, I mean."
"Well, who thinks that you're not?"
"A lot of people," he tells me. I shift my weight so I was leaning into him. "I'm just another face to make money off of."
"Well, tell them all to screw off."
"Its not that simple, AJ." He sighs and rubs his face tiredly. He seemed suddenly shot down, not that energetic ball of ADHD and sugar like how I have come to know him as.
"You know Shamrock? You strike me as a real human being- annoying and a little shit, but still real."
"Thanks," he mutters.
"As for the normal part... that's a bit debatable."
"Again, thanks." he says sarcastically.
"Okay, VERY debatable." The I whisper playfully. "Between you and me, I think you're really weird."
[his reaction, clear exasperation]
"Wow, why do I even bother with you. A true friend, you know?"
"Anything for my shamrock."
"Your's?"
"Yeah, problem mate?"
"Not one," he grins.
"Good, cause we're finishing that movie."

Notes

Hi guys, sorry for the slow updates. Between work, getting ready for college, and my art. . . I haven't really found much time to really write.
For those reading my other books, "Mistakes" and "Broken", I am so sorry, I have come to a bit of a block. I do not really like the direction that it is taking so I've been doing some reconstruction. So please be patient with me.
For this story, one thing I want to touch on and I'm not sure if I did a good job with it was that Avaline DOESN'T know who they are. So she is completely oblivious as to what Charlie had mentioned in the previous chapter and what Niall is taking about now.
Anyway, question of the chapter: So who's your favourite character so far? And Why?