Irresistible ~ {Niall Horan}

Chapter 14

Niall and I had joked around a lot on the car ride back home. A perfect definition of Niall would quite literally be joke after joke after joke. He was such a kind-hearted, free-spirited person, which was refreshing to be around rather than what I'm normally used to. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: he was so different.

He didn't care that my nearly identical older brother was famous - or in this case, his best friend. He didn't care about my past, what I've been through with my family, how I haven't spoken to my sisters face-to-face in years. Niall couldn't care less that I obviously had trust issues and problems with letting people in. No, Niall didn't care about any of that.

He only seemed to care about...me.

And I liked that. An awful lot.

"So you poured shampoo in his shoes?" I asked, nearly breathless from laughing so hard at a story he had told me about from their previous tour.

Niall laughed even louder, turning down my street. "Yeah! He was so angry, he chased me all the way around the arena!"

I couldn't help but admire the way his eyes lit up whenever he was happy. His rosy cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red and the corner of his beautiful blue pools were crinkled up in joy. He looked so...amazing. I think it was because he was purely happy, something I hadn't been in a long while.

"Liam didn't talk to me that whole week, not even on stage or in interviews or anything," Niall added, turning in my dad's old truck up into my driveway. He stopped the truck just behind the SUV my dad was using until he had to leave for New York. To be honest, I wasn't exactly dreading him leaving anymore. I was slowly but surely getting used to the boys and I think I'd be fine on my own with them.

I sat there, waiting for Niall to open his door and get out first but when he didn't make any effort to move, I glanced over at him curiously. He was just sitting there, both hands still on the wheel with this big stupid grin on his face.

"Um...Are you alright?" I couldn't help but wonder aloud.

Niall's smile faded slowly once he looked up, locking my gaze in his. "Aubrey...I had a really nice time with you. No matter how other people see you, I know you're a really cool girl and I'm so lucky to have met you."

I blinked a few times, astonished by his words. He was staring at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something - anything - back to him. No one's ever admitted something like that to me before. The heat bubbling around in my gut was a foreign feeling but I think I liked it.

"Thanks..." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I um...I had a nice time with you, too."

Niall sent me another gracious smile before nodding and turning to open his door. I copied his action, quickly sliding out of my worn seat. As soon as my feet hit the warm pavement, Niall's face came into view right in front of me.

"Dammit," he cursed, the same small smile on his lips. "I wanted to open the door for you, you butt face."

I slammed the door closed, then took a few steps toward him. "Maybe you should be faster next time" -I paused, thinking of an insult to fire back at him- "you fart nugget."

He laughed, side stepping to stand next to me as we walked up the path to my front door. "Fart nugget? Is the best you could come up with it?" I rolled my eyes in responce as we walked up the path. The back of his hand nudged mine for a split second before he jerked it away, a blush rising quickly on his face. "I...I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I grinned, knowing that my hair hid my red face from his view. Thank God for long hair, I don't know what I'd do without it.

Is it wrong that I kind of wanted to hold his hand? Not that I cared for it, I just wanted to know what it felt like to be held, even in the simplest way.