"Jenny." Niall whispered, poking my cheek.

"What?" I groaned as I cracked open my eyes to see Niall's face right beside mine.

"Come on, get up." He smiled.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's half eleven so come on and get your bum up." He said and I groaned and rolled over on my stomach.

"Fuck off Niall." I sighed and he gasped.

"Language missy." He give out, poking my side, making me squirm. I refused to get up for him so he took it in his place to climb on my back and start bouncing up and down. I could have killed him.

"Niall get off me." I yelled. I was surprised at how light he was for a grown man. Well, as I say, boy.

"No." He giggled. He's such a big kid, I swear.

"Are you always this annoying?" I asked him.

"Only when I'm in a good mood."

"You should be in a bad more more often." I sighed.

"You don't mean that, I know you don't, you love this Niall." He teased.

"I hate him." I mumbled.

"No you don't, stop lying." He said and I rolled my eyes, laying my cheek on my intertwined hands. "Look how purple your neck is oh god." Niall chuckled, tracing his finger over my neck where he had marked his territory, making me shiver.

"Stop touching me." I snapped, slapping his hand away.

"I can touch what I've made." He fired back.

"Not when it's on my body."

"I can touch your body if I want to touch it." He said.

"My body my rules." I replied.

"Oh snippy." He teased.

"Can you get off me?" I asked him, turning my head to face him. He was just biting his lip, trying not to smile and he shook his head.

"Niall." I groaned, pressing my face into the pillow. Next thing I felt Niall messing with my hair and his breathing above me. Some minutes laer I knew he had done a plait.

"Look at how good I am oh my God." Niall said, reaching over me to get my bauble from the bedside table then tying it at the bottom. "I done a plait in your hair look, I done a plait!" He excitedly exclaimed.

"Alright, good boy, now get off me." I commanded but was he listening? No. He took his phone and I heard the snapping of a picture. He's so predictable. I grabbed my phone too to see what he tweeted after I pushed his body off me. He finally got off me, much to my relief.

'Aren't my plait skills great ?! @Jenny_Johnson13'

"@NiallOfficial No, they're shit'

'@Jenny_Johnson13 ur mean stop bullying me'

'@NiallOffcial grow up baby'

'@Jenny_Johnson13 im a man excuse me u'

'@NiallOfficial boy*'

'@Jenny_Johnson13 STOP IT U MEANIE'

'@NiallOfficial Shut up and go make me breakfast'

'@Jenny_Johnson13 I have u spoilt'

"We are sitting right next to each other, yet we aren't conversing, we're tweeting." I said, turning to face him.

"The art of conversation doesn't exist anymore." He laughed.

"Yeah, we have to be ready in like an hour so you should probably get ready." Niall said and I mentally cursed. I need to wash my hair and have a shower, you think he could have told me.

"Can I use your shower?" I asked him.

"Why are you asking me?" He questioned.

"Because I don't know where your towels are." I replied.

"They'll be one in the cabinet in the bathroom..hopefully.." He said.

"Seriously? Hopefully?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Go take your shower and shut up." He said and pushed me out of bed. I scrambled to the bathroom and locked the door after me. I got in the shower and was already under the water when I remembered I had forgotten to check for a towel. I mentally hit myself but there will probably be one anyways.

Once I was done in the shower I went to the cabinet. I shivered as I opened the door but luckily there was one. I wrapped it around my body and gathered my pyjama's. In the rush I had forgotten to take clean clothes in with me so I just took my clothes and left the room anyways.

When I entered the room Niall wasn't there anyways. As I was getting my clean clothes out of my bag I could hear him breathing behind me.

"I was just um.." He stuttered as I turned to face him. "Breakfast is ready." He said, his eyes changing position every few seconds. His cheeks were red as were mine.

"Yeah, I was just getting my clothes." I explained.

"Maybe you should put them on." He said, putting his hands in his pockets and bouncing on his heels.

"Leave the room then." I blushed. He nodded and turned on his heel.

"Or don't put them on, whatever works best for you." He shrugged as he strolled away. I threw a cushion at him making him laugh and he ran down the hall before I could hit him again.

....

"Harry, I am not in the mood for your fucking shit." Niall snapped at him. We were on the private jet to Ireland right now and Niall and Harry had been fighting since we got on the fecking plane. I swear, they're fucking fighting over the most stupid of things as well.

"Stop fighting guys oh my god." Liam sighed. Niall shot Harry a dirty look and turned back to his phone.

"Bastard." Harrry mumbled under his breath and I heard Niall's breathing hitch and he looked up at him with this angered look in his eyes, I swear, it scared me for a moment. I never seen him look so pissed off.

"You better stop your fucking carry on you long haired freak with a bun." Niall said, standing up and walking closer to him.

"What's little Nialler gonna do about it? You're just about as scary as a puppy Niall." Harry scoffed and Niall went to hit him but Louis was on his feet and pulling him back.

"That's enough from the both of you, now both of you sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, I am tired of this stupid constant fucking bickering between us, can we not just get along?" Louis asked as Niall sat back down, though he didn't look very pleased, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at Harry.

"Not as long as mister popular over here is being the bastard he is." Harry snapped.

"Not as long as the curly cunt is being the annoying brat he is." Niall fired back. I was shocked by the way they were arguing, like the guys fight sometimes but not like Niall and Harry are this evening.

"Don't have curly hair you twat." Harry snapped back.

"Stop with the name calling boys, that's enough." Louis sighed.

"Tell him to stop picking on me." Niall said like a child telling his parent on his siblings.

"You started on him this time." Louis pointed out.

"Because he was being annoying like fucking usual, trying to be fucking funny when he's not." Niall defended.

"Whoa Niall, you'd make a great lawyer, wouldn't you?" Harry sarcastically said.

"Shut it asshole." Niall snapped.

"Stop it, I've had enough." Zayn yelled, while Liam just sunk into his seat, trying to hide away. "I swear to God stop fucking fighting, it's seriously getting to me."

"Well maybe if you tried to fucking interact sometimes." Niall yelled at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked him.

"You never even sit and have a laugh with us, you're too tight and serious Zayn." He said.

"Least I don't act like spongebob squarepants, that's how to describe your annoying behaviour." Zayn fired back.

"I agree Zayn." Harry chuckled.

"That's mean on Niall." I defended Niall.

"Nobody asked your fucking opinion." Harry snapped at me.

"I am not trying to fight Harry, I'm just saying that's not very nice." I said.

"I didn't say it first, Zayn did." He childishly said. I looked over at Niall and he was just silent for once. Sitting with his head bowed. I went over and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around him. He looked up at me with beady eyes and gave me an unsure smile, wobbly smile.

"Of course everyone is looking after poor little Nialler." Harry rolled his eyes.

"That's enough Harry, just stop now before someone get's hurt badly." Liam sighed.

"Maybe he has hurt me badly already, calling me a long haired freak with a bun." Harry shouted, throwing his hands in the air but nobody replied. "Course, nobody cares about Harry, they only care about poor Niall." Harry sighed, sitting back in his seat.

"You know I care for you." Louis reassured him.

"Then fucking act like it." Harry snapped. "What are you two going out for real now?" Harry asked.

"No." I simply replied.

"Staying at his house over night, cuddling him here, are you sure?"

"Yes, we are fucking sure you twat." Niall yelled at him.

"Calm your tits." Harry said.

"I don't have tits, I'm a normal boy unlike you with your four fucking nipples." Niall snapped at him and Harry's breathing got louder.

"Stop being such a fucking bastard." Harry shouted.

"The two of you, stop." Louis yelled.

"When is this plane landing?" Niall asked.

"We're nearly there." Liam replied from behind us.

"You alright Niall?" He asked him. Niall just merely nodded, saying nothing else.

The plane soon landed in Dublin and we were in a van to go to the studio. The car journey was silent and not much was actually said, other than the odd sudden glance from Niall and Harry toward each other it was otherwise vacant from any terms of communication.

When we got there the boys went on stage while I sat with Lou.

"So how's Niall been treating you recently? I seen all the tweets." She smiled.

"Niall and those bloody tweets, I swear!" I laughed. "But yeah, he's been nice to me so far anyways, very nice actually."

"Niall is a nice lad though, he'd do anything for the people he loves." She said.

We then turned our attention to the interview. "So Niall, you have a girlfriend now, is that right?" Ryan asked. I think this is the only question he is going to get asked for the time being.

"Aye, Jenny." He said, a big smile plastered on his face.

"How did you two meet?" He asked him. Here goes the lying again of how he thought I was hot and how I thought he was an asshole.

"Well," He started. "I was out in a club one night in London and I seen this girl and she like really stood out from her group you know, and um yeah, I was really taken by her so I went over and chatted her up a bit, which took a bit of work, considering she didn't know who I was and didn't care but look where we are today, so it's okay!" He said.

"That's nice for you two, so we will be seeing a lot more of you two in the near future will we?" He asked.

"Yeah, more than likely." He replied.

"And Liam, how's your girlfriend." He said, turning his attention to Liam. I was nearly sure they weren't allowed to ask questions about girlfriends, but maybe Michael is allowing it this time, just to get the word of Niall and I out. Well 'Niall and I', it's not actually true.

It's kinda weird from my viewing that I have to pretend to love this person that I don't even really know. I have to act as though I've known him for a lot longer than I, in reality, have. Maybe someday, it will actually be more than platonic but, it won't make it any less weird, getting paid to be someones girlfriend in the public eye.

It's an unusual situation, but maybe it's all for the better that it came around. Because, as I say, everything happens for a reason. So, in a possibility, this could be happening for a specific reason.

But whatever the reason, inside I know, I am falling for this boy and I just hope to God this doesn't end with a broken heart.

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A/N I know this is shorter but I will try make the next chapter longer :) Don't forget to vote anf comment ily all :)