PERSONAL IMAGINE
Butterflies
I can't remember the last time I was so nervous in my entire life. Maybe the day my parents got married? Or the day where I had to read a story out loud in class? Or the first time I went on a roller coaster? I don't know but the nervousness I feel right now is overwhelming and I feel like I'm getting sick.
Nevertheless, I'm totally excited and my stomach is full with butterflies whose never seem to be tired and always flutter around. And then there is my head which is filled with pictures of him. His eyes, his laugh, his nose. I don't know why but I think his nose is really cute.
The thing is I know him. I know him actually really well. And we do cute stuff like holding hands or he kisses my cheek whereupon I giggle and my friends envy me because I have such a cute relationship. But it is not like he is my boyfriend and I'm not his girlfriend. We are just friends and we go to the same school and we like the same music and we have many other things in common.
But today this may change or rather hopefully change. Because I really like him and I hope he likes me, too. And here is the reason why I'm so nervous. What if he does not like me back in that certain way? Everyone in school knows that Niall is a happy and carefree person, always so overjoyed. So what if this is how he always acts around girls?
When I finally have the cute summer dress on I look at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should curl my hair? Or braid it? Maybe even add a bit more of makeup? I don't know but I want to look the best I can although I only have a few minutes left until Niall is supposed to pick me up.
A few minutes later after 7pm I hear the doorbell ring and I run downstairs with a wide smile on my face. "Hey Niall."
"Hi princess." He greets me and kisses my cheek where a redness appears after he called me 'princess'. It is nothing new for me but to hear it from him with his sweet voice and irish accent is just worth the blush and makes my heart beat faster.
"Are you ready?" Niall asks and holds out his hand which I gladly take after I yelled to my parents that I'm coming home later. Together, we walk down the street to arrive at the little music festival to which he wanted to take me out. The only negative thing is: we are not alone.
When we arrive at the huge place our friends all greet us with a hug and I get some glances from my best friend because I arrived with Niall and my friends didn't expect this. Our time together is nice and Niall always has an arm around me or holds my hand. But eventually, our friends leave Niall and me alone as we are sitting on a little bench in the back of the crowd while a band plays a few songs.
"You look really pretty in your dress, Ariel." Niall says and I look at him. A wide smile is on his lips and his blue eyes shine so bright as if the sunlight breaks on the water surface.
"Thank you." I say and nudge him with my shoulder. Niall, next to me, chuckles and intertwines our hands, filling the gaps between my fingers with his. I stare at them and admire how warm his hands are.
"Do you know what I would really like to do now?"
"Eat one of those delicious looking waffles over there?" I ask him and point to a waffle stand. Niall laughs in his typical loud and carefree manner.
"Well, beside that," Niall says and turns a bit more to me, "I really like you, Ariel, well I guess you already know that. I mean we are really close, right? We have a lot things in common and we spent a lot time together but I wanted you to know that I like you."
"Niall." I say, giggling.
"You know, people always ask me if you are my girlfriend and I always want to say yes but I can't because officially you are not so I wanted to know if you want—Oh, maybe I should first ask you if you even like me back?"
I nod hectically and he puts his hand on my cheek. "Am I allowed to call you my girlfriend now, Ariel?"
"Yes." I breathe and Niall leans in and I know what will happen now. Immediately the nervousness comes back. Not that I have never kissed a boy before, I surely did, but it is different with Niall. What if he does not like me then anymore? As our faces are only inches away Niall leans in a bit more and we suddenly hit our foreheads.
We both laugh and rub our foreheads but still look into each other's eyes, "gonna try that again," Niall says and leans in a bit faster than before so I don't have any time to lean forward as well. But our lips connect anyway and the feeling that goes through me is incredible. It is not that firework feeling but the butterflies in my stomach are going crazy, though. But this time I like that feeling.
Because now I know that I'm not the only one with butterflies in my stomach.