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I Can Love You More Than This - Part 7

Abbey and Liz moves in, while Niall does something unexpected.
"Ugh, I can't - er - get it in." Liz pushed the 3rd to last suitcase as hard as she could into the little car, yet it kept falling out. I tried to, except I had failed too. We stood back trying to come up with a plan to fit all the suitcases in.

"Maybe you should call the boys for their truck. I know you have already have asked them to help move the furniture and don't want to ask them for anything else, but common, just this one more thing?" Liz tried to persuade me, but they already had helped me clean the apartment, and move in furniture, and went shopping with us for the apartment, and I wanted them to think we were capable of putting suitcases in the car.

I looked up, trying to think of any other possible solution. After 5 minutes, I gave in and took out my phone. I randomly chose Zayn's number and called. After two rings he picked up.

Zayn: Lemme guess, you need us and the truck?

I hated admitting it, but I did.

Me: Yes, pretty please? I swear this will be the last time.

He laughed hilariously and said he would be there in 15 minutes with the other guys. I hung up and rolled my eyes. Liz raced inside after realizing Hazza was going to be here to doll up a bit. I sat on the front porch waiting and thinking. It's been 3 weeks and still Niall had not asked me to be his girlfriend. I've been trying not to think too much about it, but I can't help it. I started to second guess if he still liked me as girlfriend material.

"How do I look?" Liz interrupted my thoughts, thankfully, and I turned around. A sparkly top and tight black skirt with her hair up in a fancy updo. I raised my eyes unbelievably when I saw the four-inch black heels.

"Well, you look great, if you were going clubbing!" I said. She didn't really care though, all Liz wanted to do is impress Harry.

"You are just jealous that you didn't think of it first to dress up." Liz replied back. I kinda shrugged it off, knowing she was wrong. I was in Nike shorts, a t-shirt, and had a messy bun. If I were hauling around suitcases I wanted to be comfortable. Plus I didn't care if I didn't look my best, the guys didn't care anymore.

"Oh yah, totally." I said sarcastically. The boys drove up in the black truck and after we said our hellos and kisses on the cheek, we got working. 8 suitcases in all, and they all were huge. One Direction started to load our suitcases, but I stopped Niall.

"Common let me put at least one in." I pleaded and tried to grab it from his hands, except Niall kept keeping it from me. He teased me, so I kissed him to distract him. I took it from Niall's hand and ran to the truck. He came after me, grabbed me, and lifted me over his shoulder. I laughed and begged him to put me down. Niall finally did, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, to kiss him.

While Niall and I were screwing around, Liz was flirting up a storm with Harry.
He was loading in the truck a suitcase, but facing Liz. "So Harry, you must be really strong, if you can lift even my suitcase." She twirled her hair, as he turned around. Harry grinned, loving all the attention. Liz followed him everywhere, and after coming after him too fast, she tripped, but luckily Harry caught her in his arms.

"Gotta be more careful, babe." Harry winked at her and she giggled like a little school girl. Louis, Liam, and Zayn packed the rest of the luggage into the truck and we all drove to the apartment. After unloading it and bringing everything to the right place, all of us sat down on the couches, in the middle of the room, to rest.

"Thanks guys, really. You all have been so helpful with us moving in. It means a lot." I meant it when I said it. I was so lucky to have such wonderful men around me always. They murmured to each other and said, "You're welcome."

Liam looked at his watch and stood up quickly. "Guys we have an interview in 2 hours, we better get moving." One Direction moaned, but said goodbye anyway.

Liz closed the door behind them and slide down the wall happily and started laughing. She was still giddy from her afternoon with Harry. Finally I told her to get up off her butt to help unpack.

2 hours later I flipped on the TV, to the Ellen show, to find the boys singing I Want, one of my favorite songs. I jammed out while I grabbed the box marked as "Fragile". I started unpacking it, while Liz entered the room with another box.

After the song, they all sat on the red couches across from Ellen. The interview had started. They talked about their tour in a few months, how it sold out in 6 minutes, about the directioners, and random little things.

"So boys, what's the deal with relationships? We all have been dying to know." Ellen replied energetically. Louis, Liam, and Zayn had talked about their girlfriends, and when she got to Niall, I drew a breath in.

"Well, instead of telling you, why don't I sing it to you?" He whispered something to the other guys and they all got up. I started to hear the familiar tune of "One Thing" wondering what was going on. When the chorus started, Niall was the only one singing it.

"So get out, get out, get out of my head. And fall into my arms instead. I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but Abbey you've got that one thing. And I need that one thing." When Niall said Abbey, I dropped the glass plate on the floor and it shattered. My jaw had dropped and so had Liz's.

Niall walked into the camera and said into his microphone: "Abbey Cross, will you be my girlfriend?" A commercial break came on, cutting him off. I sat down in shock, and Liz started to scream. After realizing that Niall Horan actually asked me to be his girlfriend, I started to scream too. We hopped up and down, then I heard my phone buzzing.

10 messages, wait now 12 messages came in from some of my best friends, and other friends from school.

Sadie: You and Niall? Ahhh!
Kate: I'm sooo jealous right now.
Dominique: When can I meet Louis
Lexi: Why didn't you tell me?
Mary: Is dis for real?
Natalie: Congrats!
Lauren: Girly, your dreams actually came true!


More messages filled my phone, and I felt way overwhelmed. Then I checked our fan page. The comments were sweet and terrible. Some saying I should back off and that I wasn't right for him. Others saying the same things as my friends did. I had mixed emotions, but was interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

There Niall stood, and I didn't know if I should slap him, or kiss him. "I won't let anyone hurt you, just please say yes." It was a no-brainer, I really did trust him. I stood on my tippy toes, hands on his chest and gave him a kiss.

"How could I say no?"
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Published: 7/20/2012
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