One Way Or Another (Sequel to She's Not Afraid)

Chapter 9: The Night Before

Maggie:    I came home from the set a week later, smiling the moment I saw Niall. Justin had kind of laid off since our little show down. I knew it wouldn't stay that way. Niall left for tour tomorrow. I didn't want him to, but I smiled, because I didn't want him to see me mad. Or crying. "How's my special snow flake today?" he asked, smiling back at me. 

"Glad to see you," I said, walking over to him. I kissed his beautiful, thinly shaped lips. It was a kiss a director would have paid millions of dollars for to get a shot. It was a perfect kiss. Seeming to go on forever. If only it really would. Finally Niall pulled away, looking into my eyes longingly. 

"What are we going to do tonight?" Niall asked. 

"Stay here. Watch some movie, or at least attempt to," I whispered, kissing him. 

"Eat some chips," Niall whispered. 

"Why do I get the feeling your more in love with the idea of chips than kissing me?" I laughed. Niall laughed. 

"Let's pick a movie," I said. We sat down on the floor, looking at a box Niall had full of movies. "Summer Schemes," I said, throwing it on the floor, "The Crisis, Surfing USA, Comedian's Wife, Partial Cares, Vampire's Blood, Wiritng Letters. Do you own a movie without me in it?" 

"Um, I own This Is Us," Niall said, holding up the movie. 

"Okay, do you have one that wouldn't feature a person who is here?" I asked. That's when I realized something. "Wait, you don't have Watch Me Burn?" I asked. 

"Um," Niall bit his lip, pressing eject on the DVD player. Watch Me Burn was sitting in the slot, "I kind of love that one. It think its my most watched movie." 

"You like pyro maniacs?" I asked, "Hm."

"Well, no. I like the behind the scenes that I know about but not anyone else," Niall said. I blushed. It was the movie I was working on when I met him. I kissed him. 

"Okay," I said, "One movie with me, one with you. Deal?" 

"Deal," Niall said. He pressed the eject button again and the DVD player closed and he turned on the TV. I went into the kitchen and popped popcorn while the previews played. Niall grabbed two sodas and sat down on the couch. Finally the movie was ready to play and I sat down on the couch next to Niall and he hit play. I rested my head on Niall's shoulder as I ate popcorn. My face popped onto the screen. 

"Houses. Constructed from the hands of an incredibly stupid race but they still manage to be beautiful," my creepy voice protruded from the screen, "Maybe if our own species could be so beautiful, I'd be a serial killer." My face flashed in the screen. I watched intently, ignoring the fact I was the freak of nature in this movie. I just watched. At one point, I looked over at Niall, to see he was mouthing the lines to the movie. I smiled. 

"How often do you watch this?" I asked. 

"Alot. I lost count after around 8-ish," Niall answered. My eyes bugged. Was he serious? I felt a happy feeling spread through my body. I liked it when people watched my movies and enjoyed them. I loved it when my boyfriend of nearly three years watched my movies and loved them. 

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Niall:   After two and a half hours we were ready to start our second movie. It was pretty much my everyday life, but Maggie loved watching it. It was cool to see that she liked it so much. I mean, how could it not be. 

We put in the movie, hitting play. "And we danced all night, to the best song ever," the play menu sang before we hit play. Finally the movie started. I watched as things were just normal for us, but Maggie had a huge smile on her face. I loved it when she smiled. 

"I love it when you smile," I whispered. 

"Really?" Maggie asked, "Because a director has told me on multiple occasions I smile to big." 

"Well, that director obviously was blinder than Stevie Wonder. You have a beautiful smile," I said. Maggie blushed. I kissed her lips softly. Her brown eyes reflected pure beauty. I felt as though I could read her automatic feelings in the depths of her chocolate toned irises. I loved her, more than ever, today. But I knew tomorrow I would say the same thing. She was amazing. Actually, amazing only discribed a strand of her hair. Beautiful was only a cell of her skin. I couldn't help, in that moment, wondering if anyone ever loved anyone more than I loved her. Justin wished he was so lucky. She was my special snowflake, and every one is different, so you can't let one get away.