To fall for Niall

Good morning

I get up in the morning, me and Niall are leaving tomorrow. Going back home, but oh well. My hands are cold, I touch them to Niall's biceps, trying to ignore the fact that they are freaking chiseled and perfect.
He sits up slowly, his sea splash eyes groggy from sleep. He's so damn perfect it's unfair. He shakes his blonde locks from his face. He smiles, his perfect and straight smile. How did I end up with this boy? He's inhumanly attractive and a perfect personality. With me? I had never been THAT girl, the one that everyone liked. Me and Monique had just been labeled as phsyco directioners. Thinking back, I wonder what those bitchy girls think now? People know about Mo and Zayn, and people know me and Niall are dating, but they used to think we were weird because we liked One Direction, but look how things turned out now!! **cue me sticking out my tongue** I guess I was thinking pretty hard because Niall had to poke my side to get me back to Earth. "Hello?" Niall asks, his beautiful blue eyes looking at me, his eyebrows furrowed together, he rolled his perfect pink lips in. "I'm fine, just thinking" I shrugged. "What about?" he asks, now fully sat up and looking at me. "Just some stuff" I reply. He groans, he looks at me pleadingly.
"Well when I was in high school, everybody thought I was crazy...Monique too..." I trail off not really wanting to tell him why. "Why is that?" he asks curiously. "Mm well we were obsessed directioners and we wrote fan fics during reading" I wince, waiting for his reaction. He starts laughing. I bite my lip, he continues laughing. I stand up and start walking away. "Aw come on babe, don't go"
"Quit laughing" I growl. He bites down on his bottom lip, and I will say here and now, he looks damn fine like that. I come sit down next to him.
He pulls out his phone.
He opens the wattpad app. "will you tell me what your user name is...? or was?" he asks. I look at him and blush

"Please?" he asks. I shake my head no. "Come on baby?" he asks using his freaking blue eyes against me.
"You'll laugh" I tell him knowingly. "I won't" he says looking authentically honest. "Fine" I mutter. He looks up at me seemingly excited. I tell him reluctantly. He smiles tapping it into his phone. He grins as it pops up.
I gaze over his shoulder. The fan fiction about him comes onto the screen, he clicks on it. "you are way too excited about this" I tell him. He taps the 'read' button. I wince as he starts reading it. devouring each page, I am so nervous because I just really don't want my boyfriend (gosh I love calling him that) reading a book I wrote about him before I met him.