A/N: so I have read the Hobbit book and I have seen the films and Thorin and Bilbo belong with each other! Hence this fanfic! I am writing this as it is in the films and making the rest up. I have written a lot on paper but I can't be bothered to type the whole thing up just yet! So yeah. 2nd part will probs b up by tomorrow or later on today. Right, enough of my rambling heres the story. Enjoy!
This part takes place the day after the dwarves have visited Bilbo's house:

I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT OR THE CHARACTERS OR RICHARD ARMITAGE... I wish I did xD anyway enjoy!

Bilbo's house- third person:

When Bilbo woke he heard nothing.-peace and quiet. But an eerie silence rang through his ears. His thoughts drifted back to the night before, thirteen dwarves in his house, clearing out the pantry. Oh, and just to make the whole thing better, Gandalf had chosen Bilbo to join the dwarves on their quest to reclaim their homeland. There was one dwarf in particular, who Bilbo couldn't shake from his mind.- Thorin Oakenshield. He was beautiful he thought, with his long dark locks, beautiful blue eyes and- No! Stop that Bilbo! You mustn't think like that! It's wrong. Besides, what interest would the brave dwarven king have in me? I'm a nobody. Who could become somebody...

Bilbo hauled himself out of bed, groaning a little as he did. He tiptoed around his little hobbit house in a dramatic way. Much to his surprise, there were no dwarves hiding anywhere. Just to be sure he checked the chimney. He called out "hello?" A few times, but he didn't get a reply. He sighed in relief, but also in sorrow. He would never see Thorin again. I could become someone great if I go! I could sign that thing and catch them up. No! No Bilbo! You're a Baggins! But also a Took... Oh bother! Do I go or not...

Meanwhile...

Thorin's company- third person:

As they were riding away from the Shire and the halfling's house, Thorin couldn't help feeling a little sad. Poor Bilbo, they did spring themselves onto him. He did look adorably confused though. Thorin smiled, relishing in the memory of the halfling's face. Mustn't think like that. I'll never see him again. I must forget about it and move on! Thorin had thought Bilbo quite attractive, for a "burglar" - which he certainly was not. Even though Bilbo wasn't anything special in Thorin's eyes, he did think the hobbit was rather cute. But they were going without him, we will have to cope without our burglar... Thought Thorin, just as he heard his burglar's little footsteps running along the path.
Ah I guess I was wrong about you Mister Baggins... They got him on a pony and were on their way again. Contract signed and everything in order... Except,
"No, no, no, stop! We have to turn around."
What now! Thorin grumbled in thought. Oh he's forgotten his hanky! Bofur tossed him a rag and they carried on their journey. Thorin glared into the distance. A hanky! He thought, a little snarl curling on his lip. 'He won't stand a chance in the wilderness!'

Bilbo kept thinking about what Gandalf had said. If I do return I won't be the same. A worrying thought. Bilbo knew Gandalf bet he would join them, but he wondered what Thorin had thought.

Thorin felt rotten for saying Bilbo would not join them, luckily he hadn't took wages so poor Bilbo wouldn't have to know.

Thorin had his doubts about Bilbo, and Bilbo was doubting himself. Can I prove Thorin wrong? He wondered as they set off for Erebor...