Niall is soaked and his eyes widen when he sees what I am wearing. Instantly I regret going to bed in shorts and a long shirt, even though it is really comfortable. The shorts are gray and cover my ass but are so short that my thighs are exposed. The white shirt doesn't help either. It only is one inch longer than my shorts. I cross me legs and pull my shirt down. Niall is speechless. My cheeks turn red and feel burning hot. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Is all I can think. I wish I could fly away. Or sink into the floor. Or just disappear in general. I don't know long we've been standing here now, not one word spoken.

"I swear I wear short and not only panties." As soon as my words leave my mouth, they join the list of embarrassment and regrets. I blush even harder and close my eyes. I take a deep breath and the look at Niall again. He still scans my appearance with his eyes and when I loudly clear my throat, he looks up.

"Good morning." He brightly smiles. "I-I've got breakfast." He holds up two paper bags from no other place than McDonalds. (This Fanfiction is mainly about food - as you probably noticed already)

"Why?" I ask confused.

"Because it's time... for breakfast." He smiles and walks pass me into my flat. I close my eyes, exhale and close the door. Then I turn around and walk over to my bed where I sit down. Niall walks circles around my room and looks at everything. There's actually nothing interesting to look at, except if you find white walls, white furniture and grey and black decoration as interesting.

"Why are you soaked?" I ask and can't help it but stare at his wet face and hair. He looks so hot, I think and swallow the saliva that build up from just looking at him. Niall rolls eyes at me and walks over to the curtains. I lick my lips as he raises his arms and his shirt and jacket to go up and reveal the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers. He opens up the curtains and I see that it rains outside.

"Does this answer your question?" He asks and takes off his jacket. The white shirt that he's wearing sticks to his torso and all of the sudden I feel hot. "Olivia?!" Niall tears me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I ask. "Ehmm... I-I." I stutter and a big wave of nervousness comes over me.

"Are you okay?" He asks and gives me the McDonalds paper bag.

"Yes." I lie. I am not okay at all actually. I put the paper bag on my bed and get a towel for Niall out of my closet. It's high up, so I get a chair and stand on it. But still, I have to stand on my tiptoes to get it. As I reach for it, my shirt goes up and I can feel Niall's stare on my exposed skin. When I pull the towel out, I loose my balance and fall. Everything goes in slow motion again and as I fall back, I see Niall rushing to me from the corner of my eye. He catches me bridal style.

Out of reflex I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes. My heart is racing and all I can think of is the fact that this is so wrong. When I open my eyes again, Niall chuckles. I hit his arm and he lets me down. When I stand straight again, I give him towel and slap his arm again, but this time harder.

"Ouch! For what was that?!" He exclaims and rubs his arm.

"Thanks." I laugh and roll my eyes at him.

"You say thanks and hit me? Where's the logic?" He laughs and I start to hit his arm again. I burst out laughing when he picks me up all of the sudden.

"Let me down!" I yell and laugh when he starts to tickle me. "Let me down!" I yell over and over again.

He does as told and lays me down on my bed but continues to tickle me. "Stop!" I gasp whilst laughing. "I-l hate you!!"

He stops all of the sudden.

"What?" He asks and let me sit up. Sadness is in his eyes. He scratches the back of his neck and looks away from me.

"Niall?" I put my finger under his chin and turn his face to face me.

"Do you really hate me?" He asks and looks down.

"No, I could never hate someone like you, Niall." I smile. He smile comes back and his eyes lighten up.

"You're wet." I laugh. He doesn't responds and just chuckles as your eyes are locked to each other. Eventually I softly hit his chest and he get's up. "So what are you doing here?" I ask again.

"Having breakfast, Olivia." He rolls his eyes at me and rubs himself dry. I watch every move until he sits down on my spinning chair.

"How was last night?" I ask him as he comes closer to me with the spinning chair. He grabs one paper bag, takes a cheeseburger out and starts to eat.

"It was nice." He says but doesn't look at me.

"So you and Valerie had a good time?" I don't know what makes me so curious about their relationship. It's just that I am.

"Yeah." He answer and ignores my eyes yet again. "It would have been better with you." He whispers. I don't know if I was supposed to hear or not, so I just ignore it.

"Why don't you have breakfast with your girlfriend?" I ask and take a cheeseburger out.

"Why should I?" He asks back. All of the sudden he sounds cold again, just like yesterday in the car. His girlfriend, Valerie, is clearly a topic he doesn't want to talk about, but I do... I think. Every time I say 'girlfriend' something deep inside of me hurts a tiny bit. But because my curiosity takes over, I ignore it.

"Because she's your girlfriend." I simple answer. As her boyfriend, doesn't he want to spend time with her?, i ask myself... Maybe he doesn't...

"And?" He asks, still sounding cold and unemotional.

"You don't want to talk about her, do you?" I don't and can't look him in the eye. I play with the packing of the cheesburger and wait for his answer.

"When did you figure that out?" He asks sarcastically. Niall is clearly annoyed now and anger is building up.

"You don't need to be sarcastic now, Niall." I roll my eyes and open the package of the cheeseburger.

"Why, Olivia? Why do you always have to talk about that?" He stands up and runs his finger through his hair. "Can't you just ... Not?!" He raises his voice.

"I was just asking." I defend myself and pack the cheeseburger back in.

"Well, stop. It's non of your business." He says loud and his eyebrows are furrowed as he clenches his fists. Something in me hurts and now I start to get angry too. It's like we share feelings. When he feels happy, I feel happy. When he's just unemotional, so am I. And now he's angry and I am about to get angry too.

"Does this mean I can't even have a small talk with you? Do you think just because you're Niall from One Direction I'm going to be careful and only talk about topics your management allows or whatever?! You do really think that I you can tell me what I should stop or not stop?l" I put the McDonalds bag on my bed and stand up. Anger rushes through my body.

"That's not what I was saying, Olivia!" He says slowly and seems calmer, even though I can feel his anger growing.

"Yes it was! You told me to stop and Niall, I am not going to. I'm not yours. You can't tell me what to do!" With every word I say, I feel that this is getting out of control.

"I wasn't!" His Irish accent is strong and thick. "Just please don't talk about Valerie!" He begs.

"You don't make sense, Niall." I tell him. "She's your girlfriend and you don't want to talk about her? Why? Do think that I am going to tell everything to the press? Do you think that?" I ask and feel tears building up. Niall send me on a emotional roller coasters and I don't even try to get off it.

"Don't you trust me? Cause you can Niall. You can trust me. So why don't you want to talk about you girlfriend? Why?" I question him. He doesn't answer but the anger fades away. It get replaced with something else... Maybe he's hurt. Or sad. I can't figure it out and I probably never will.

This all is just ridiculous. We only met a week ago and here he is in my flat making me angry and sad and kinda hurt at the same time. Just yesterday we were happy, laughing and enjoying our time together and now we're having an argument. Ridiculous right? We met one week ago. We don't know so much of each other and still, I feel emotional connection to him and I know he feels the connection too. If not, why is he still here? He could have just strom out and leave when I started talking about Valerie. He didn't have to stay here and argue with me about his girlfriend, but he did. The most ridiculous part is that he's the one who doesn't want to talk about her and I am the one you pushes him to. I seriously have no idea why. I'm just curious.

"Do you trust me?" I ask. Niall looks up and we look each other in the eyes. "Despite the fact that we only met a week ago, do you trust me?"

"I do." He whispers. My phone rings and I get it. Ally is calling and I already know why. I am late. Sundays are the days where she teaches dancing and I am always helping her. Now I am running late and I have no choice than to say goodbye to Niall.

"You have to leave." I tell Niall and hang up the call from Ally.

"Why?" He blankly stares at me.

"I have to go and I am already late." I explain.

"Where are you going?" He asks and steps himself in front of me when I wanted to go to the bathroom.

"To the dance studio." I tell him and take a step to the left. Yet again he steps right in front of me and we're nearly touching.

"I can come with you." He offers. I am aboug to say "go to Valerie." But I know he's just going to get angry again so I let it.

"No, Niall. Maybe next week." I say and take a step back.

"I'm going back on tour tomorrow." He takes a step towards me. It's like we're dancing tango or whatever, just the music is missing.

"Then when you come back." I suggest and look down.

"Is that a date?" He puts his finger under my chin and lifts it up so that we can look at each other's face. I get lost in his eyes and nod. Stop! My inner voice yells. I quickly shake my head and take a step back.

"You have a girlfriend." I remind him and look down to my feet. I expect him to get angry again but instread he steps away from me.

"You're right..., I should leave." He says. Without any other form of saying goodbye, he leaves my apartment. I close the door behind him and then lean my back against it.

"He drives me crazy." I whisper to myself and slide the door down. I pull my legs up, wrap my arms around them and rest my head on top. It drives me crazy how much he made me happy just by calling me. It drives me crazy how much I enjoyed hearing his voice and laugh. It drives me crazy how quickly I developed such strong feelings for him in just a week. It drives me crazy that he managed to get me so quick. I hate him. No, actually I hate myself. I hate myself for letting my feelings grow so fast, even though he has a girlfriend and I hate myself for forgetting that and having to remind me and him. It is something about Niall that makes me want to he in his near as much as possible. Something about him makes me feel secure and at the same time weak for falling so fast.

"He drives me fucking crazy!"