The movie was about half over when he grabbed my hand and held it. I didn't move or anything, but he intertwined his finger with mine and I didn't know what to do, so I held his hand back. Then with his other arm, he held my around my waist and pulled me in closer to him.

"Naill… What are you doing…?" I asked, exasperated. "This is just supposed to be a friend date."

"I know, but I wish it wasn't." There it was. What I had known all along somewhere deep inside of me, but chose to ignore. Niall, my best friend, had feelings for me.

I paused the movie, and looked into his eyes. "Niall, I love Zayn. This can't happen."

"I'm sorry. I just thought…" he stopped. "I just thought that since Zayn left, you guys were over. I felt so bad that he made you hurt, and I wanted to show you how you should be treated. How I would treat you if we were together."

I started crying again. "And it's sad to say that you've treated me better in the past hour and a half than he's treated me in the past two years."

He weakly smiled and kissed me on the cheek while holding me tightly in his arms. I pulled away from him and lay down with my head in his lap while we finished the movie. The whole time he had been brushing my hair back behind my ears. I think I fell asleep because he startled me when he got up, and the credits were rolling when I looked at the TV screen.

"Come on, Natalie. You should probably get back to your sister's." He lifted me up off the couch and I sighed.

"I don't want to go back. Not ever." I put on my best pouty face and crossed my arms.

Niall laughed and looked up for a second to think, "Well, I guess you could stay here, but I'm not giving up my bed. So either you sleep on the couch, or you sleep with me in my bed." He winked at me and I could feel my face getting red.

"I didn't bring any clothes." I said with a frown.

"That's okay. You can borrow one of my t-shirts to sleep in, if you want." I grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room. Digging through his dresser, he started humming again, but I turned around to look at various pictures along his wall. There were pictures of me and him at all kinds of places, and photo booth picture that I couldn't help but giggle at. I looked at one picture and it was of the night me and Niall went to a party. The party I met Zayn at. Quickly, I looked away, just in time to see Niall taking his clothes off and only wearing boxers.

I squealed then turned back around and covered my eyes, "Sorry! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have turned around! Ah! Sorry!" I started blushing again.

"Natalie, chill. It's okay." He laughed again, and his voice sounded like it was right behind me. And it was, because right after he said that, I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his chin rest on my shoulder as he kissed my neck gently.

"Niall…" I started to protest against what he was doing, but I never finished. Instead, I turned around to look up at him with sad eyes, but his eyes were loving and kind. I stood up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and stayed there waiting for him to kiss me. And he did.

I was enveloped in his warm, tight hold as his lips pressed gently against mine. I kissed him back while holding my breath. Niall was the first to pull away and when I went to breathe, he started lightly kissing my neck.

"Niall…" I whispered.

"Hmm?" He said through kissing down my neck to my collarbone.

"Nevermind." I said, not caring anymore if this would hurt Zayn, and started pulling off my shirt.

Niall picked me up swiftly and carried me to his bed. He laid me down across it then laid down beside me. "I don't think we should do this." He admitted.

"We shouldn't, but we are," I confessed, and honestly, I wanted to. Zayn never held me like Niall was, never kissed me like Niall was, and never looked at me so lovingly. He only looked at me with uncertainty and distrust.

Niall climbed on top of my and kissed me again, this time with tongue. I could feel his warm hands go down my body, and he was trembling. "Niall…?" I called to him in a whisper.

"What, hun?" He asked as he unbuttoned my shorts and started to pull them off.

"Are you a virgin…?"

He sighed with defeat and scratched the back of his neck, "Kinda. Yeah…"

I smirked evilly at him and got up, pushing him against the wall and kissing him roughly. He just stood there awkwardly as I pulled the elastic on his boxers as if I was going to pull them down. Then he got the idea and wrapped his arms around me while unhooking my bra. I let it fall to the floor, and he let his boxers fall. That's when we went to the floor too.