Lillian's POV
Present
"Niall, I-," His face leaned closer, and I couldn't help but smell the tantalizing scent of this cologne. It tingled my nostrils, shook my insides. His blue eyes slid close as he leaned forward...so close
I froze.
Three Days earlier
"Lillian!" The voice came from behind me, down the street. I could barely hear it over the sound of the bustling city.
Glancing back, I saw no one, so that probably meant it was some Pap stalking me. Yet, I kept on hearing my name being called, and every time I looked back there would be no one.
"Lilly!" The person of unknown origin called, closer this time. I sped up, I really did not need this! The sound of feet scraping pavement got closer. I did what I had too, "TAXI!"
The first yellow car stopped, and as I reached the door, a strong hand touched my shoulder. I spun around, my eyes closed, "IfYouDon'tLetGoIWillCallThePolice!" My voice squeaked and faltered, so it didn't sound very threatening. The hand dropped, and when he spoke, I opened my eyes.
"Harry!" I said, my hand clenching my purse, "You can't just chase after someone! It's very..stalkerish."
The Cabbie behind me honked his horn, "Hey Lady! Either get in or I'm leavin!" His Jersey accent very, very heavy.
Harry seemed to take this as an opportunity. "You heard the lad! Get in! Get in!" Gently, he pushed me inside, sliding in next to me. The door closed, and the cabbie asked where too.
"City Hal-" I began, but was cut off by Harry.
"Bonnie's Cafe on the corner of Thornton and Ninetieth Street!"
The cab lurched forward, and we were soon some cab in a mix of cars, trucks, vans, and buses.
After about a block, I finally broke the silence, "Harry, why are we going to a cafe? I really need to get to City Hall. Blake is waiting for me."
Harry grinned, and scooted a little closer. I pressed myself against the door, staying as far away as possible, "Well, Blake had ditched you before, so you can ditch him at least once. I'm taking you out to lunch. Our own secret Date."
His fingers traced over the top of my hand, tingling shot up my arm. I yanked my hand away. "No, Harry, we are not going on a date. I'm engaged, and Niall did tell me about you. I'm not stupid."
He looked at me, confused, "Did Niall tell you that I try and get with Married women and older girls?" I nodded.
Sighing, I watched him scoot back to his own half of the seat, leaning into the gross, cracked leather of the seat. "You know, I'm not the Player guy everyone keeps setting me out to be. Half the stuff the papers say aren't even true. Yes, I may have dated a few older woman, but they all were okay with it. Like Caroline, we just clicked, and the relationship was great. And that DJ? She told me she was going to divorce her Husband, and that we were okay."
I looked over, eyebrow arched, "Look, Harry, you don't have to prove anything to me. I'm sure you're a nice guy, but I can't go out on a 'secret' date with you. I'm engaged, to Blake, I love him a lot."
Harry looked up at me, hope in his eyes, "Fine, it doesn't have to be a date. Just two friends having lunch. Please?"
I looked away, out the window, watching the people pass by on the street. I thought a moment, and picked up my phone.
To: Blake
I can't make it, I have some wedding planning that needs to get done. Tomorrow, Okay?
"Okay Harry, I'll have lunch with you. But it is not a date."
Two Days Ago
"No No No No!" I yelped as I looked at the front page of People magazine. The heading just made me sick to the stomach.
LILLIAN WHITLOCK SEEN GETTING INTO A CAB WITH ONE DIRECTION'S HARRY STYLES
I flipped to the sixth page, the story spread over two pages. Pictures were spread all over the page, captions connecting off a few of them. One that came off the a picture of Harry and I getting into the cab stated ME-OW! Seems Harry has caught himself a Jewel! Another one was a picture of Harry and I in the window of the Cafe, laughter on both our faces, Lillian? Is Harry more funny then Blake? Seems so!
I scowled, slamming the magazine down on the table. If Blake saw this...I don't know what would happen.
"Oh God!" I squeaked and grabbed my purse. I had to talk to Blake, he needed to know the truth!
It took thirty minutes to get to City Hall, and an extra ten to get into Blake office. He was leaning back into his chair, his eyes closed, hands behind his head, and a huge smile on his face. Why was he sleeping?
"Blake! Wake up," I said, sitting myself down into the chair in front of his desk.
His eyes slammed open, and he almost seemed to scream, "Honey! I didn't hear you come in! What is it? How come you didn't call?" He seemed anxious, and pretty fidgety.
"I needed to talk to you, about something you may see in the paper," I said, digging the magazine out of my purse, and slid it onto his desk, in front of him. Shakily he picked up the paper, "What's this?" He asked as held up the magazine.
Looking down I explained to him what happened, starting from the very beginning when I first met the boys. Except...I left out the part about Niall..
Present
Hesitantly I knocked on the room 213's door, my eyes shifting from one end of the hall to the other. When he opened the door, I shoved my way in, practically pushing Niall over as I entered.
"Woah, slow down there horsie, " Niall said as he locked the door behind him. As he turned, I noticed what he was wearing, a cut off shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He was barefoot...and I noticed he noticed me staring. Averting my eyes, I saw the couch, and quickly sat down.
The couch was comfy, and I let myself sink back into it. I had to sneak over here, taking my time to make sure no reporter saw me. I was sure I was safe by the time I got into the elevator. But by getting into Niall's room very fast I was just making sure.
Relaxing, Niall came over and sat by me, on the opposite end of the couch. "So, I'm glad you could make it, tonight woulda been boring if you hadn't of come. As much as I enjoy the lads, the stench of BO is just too much sometimes."
Arching my eyebrow, I just nodded along, like I knew, "Yeah, I really needed it. Every since the other day I just couldn't seem to get any relaxing time. My mother is not really talking to me, my father is trying to pay of the press to make the whole mess go down, and Blake has been working late. So, uhm, thanks for letting me come over."
"No problem, Lilly, anytime."
We sat for a few moments in silence.
Niall finally broke it, "So, there is some left over Pizza in the fridge, and we could watch a movie?"
I smiled, "That sound great."
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We ended up watching some movie called The Hunger Games. It was actually pretty good.
When it ended, I decided I needed to head on home before anyone got too suspicious.
Niall got up to walk me to the door, "You know Lilly..Ive been meaning to tell you something..."
"What?" I asked, biting my lip, I really needed to go. Yet, Niall just kept walking closer and closer. I kept taking steps backwards, until I was against the door and Niall was a few inches away. He smelled musky with colonge and pizza.
"I know I said it before, but Blake really doesn't deserve you...you deserve better. I think the better might be m-"
I cut him off, "Niall, I-," His face leaned closer, and I couldn't help but smell the tantalizing scent of this cologne. It tingled my nostrils, shook my insides. His blue eyes slid close as he leaned forward...so close
I froze.
I couldn't do this...not to Blake. Yet as he leaned closer I couldn't help but want to kiss him. Taking a really big risk, I leaned forward too.
Our lips were about to brush when a loud crashing noise came from the other side of the door.