The Whitlock Girl (A One Direction Fanfic)

Under Control

A/N: So, It was either upload a small chapter tonight, or not upload at all until like...Sunday! So I figured I'd give you a small portion now, and treat you guys with a long booty chapter next wednesday! So, enjoy!

-Shelby

Lillian's POV

I had re-read Niall's message dozens of times in my head. Like a a skipping CD, to the point it's practically apart of you.

You deserve better.

Glancing over at Blake, who scowled at the helpless tinted window, I couldn't help but know it was true. Yet, I love him dearly, and would die if I lost him. I knew the hard exterior he had now wasn't him, the real him was buried. I just needed the shovel to bring him back, back to the man I fell in love with.

"Blake?" I whispered, but I knew he would hear me.

"Humph?" A barely muttered reply.

"Are...are you okay?" I honestly wanted to know. He never told me how his day went, and always seemed to avoid being asked how he is. But this, this surprised me. His hard features seemed to melt away, and out came a face I hadn't seen in so long.

"Lillian," He said, turning to me, his hand grasping mine, "I'm so so sorry for yelling at you. I just...works been so tough lately, and my father keeps hammering me about the upcoming election.. I..I'm sorry".

I could feel the tears brimming again as he spoke, honestly in his voice, yet I couldn't help but smile faintly. Reaching forward, my fingertips brushed his jawline, the soft stubble of a five o'clock shadow atop his perfect skin. "I miss you Blake."

"I miss you too," And with that, Blake's hand cupped my cheek, and he leaned in for a kiss. A sweet, tender kiss filled with love and passion.

Yet in the back of my mind, the words still echoed in my head.

You deserve better.

Niall's POV

I had somehow kept my rage in the rest of the date, which was good, until after I got Jenny home.

Angrily I threw open the door, and to much surprise, was met by four girlish screams and popcorn raining down on me.

"MURDERER!!!" I heard someone yell in a squeaky, shaking voice. Was that Harry?

I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the darkness, and recognized four boys I came to know as family the past two years, all curled together on one couch. On the tellie screen was some American Horror Flick. It seems as if some girl just had her head taken off the rest of her body.

Walked over to the side table, I clicked the lamp on, an eerie shadow of light casting across the room.

"Bloody Hell," Harry said, clutching his chest, "You scared us almost to death Niall. Ever hear of knocking?"

I arched my eyebrow, "Last time I checked, this was my room?"

Louis spoke up this time, "Well, duhhh, but you had the comfiest couch, so, we had to watch the movie here" He seemed to just appear underneath the heap of blankets laying next to Harry.

It was Liam who seemed to change the subject, before a fight started. I mean, I lived with these guys twenty-four-seven, so sometimes things got antsy.

"So, how was the date?"

Hastily, I sat my bum down last cushion of the couch. With my brows furrowed, I spoke, "Wonder-freaking-ful."

Liam, of course, noticed my lying, although anyone could have, "Niall, what happened? Did she not like you? Obviously she would have to be an idiot not to-"

"No, No, She'd have to be a fool!" Zayn interjected.

"A lunatic!" Louis spoke up.

"A bloody bafoon!" Harry added in, last second.

I cracked a smile, but soon remembered the evening, taking that smile upside down.

"Shuddup lads, and I'll tell you," They all went quiet, "Lillian was there..at the freaking table right next to me and Jenny..with.her.dumb.fiance."

I huffed and sank my back into my seat, the words that her stupid fiance said ringing in my head, My Parents don't just give me money whenever I want to go shoe shopping.

A girl as beautiful as Lillian deserved every beautiful shoe she wanted, and more. What she needed was a guy to show he she does, indeed, deserve more. And I was going to prove that too her.

A small buzz came from my pocket, and my frown turned right side up as I read the two simple words.

Lillian's POV

I decided to call it an early night, for it was much needed. After Blake and I talked, we stopped for desert at this little bistro we used to go to all the time to avoid the paps.

Sinking into my bed, the warm, silk blankets surrounding me, I finally raked up enough courage to reply.

To: Niall

I know..