Chapter 8
Niall’s POV
We ordered EVERYTHING. Sandwiches, soups, desserts, fruit, drinks, everything that was on the menu, we got it. But since there was so much food it took about two trips for all of it to come. By then it was about 1:30 am, but neither of us were even remotely close to being tired.
“Are you gonna finish that?” She reached over me and grabbed the last chocolate strawberry.
“I guess not.” I laughed and put my head back. “I can’t believe you ate more than I did. You’re a mess!” I smiled and threw a napkin her way.
“Hah! I can’t believe you got pinned down by a girl who benches maybe…. 45?” she flashed a smile and was pretty proud of it. She was so damn cute. Everything about her. I don’t know. She wasn’t anything like the other girls, she was just…her. I’m not sure why I said it, but I did.
“I can’t believe you got jealous when those girls came in the hallway.” She looked at me quickly and then shrugged. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Iunno. That was no big deal.” She looked around for more food.
“No big deal? You lashed out.” I said, smiling. “And then you called this a date.” I laughed sarcastically. Didn’t want her to think I actually cared if she cared or not. But in a way, I did.
It was silent for a while and then she looked over at me again.
“Well, this is hardly a date.” She said coldly. Ouch.
“Mm.” was all I could muster up. At first I thought she was upset but then she got a little closer to me.
“Besides, even if this was a date… It’s not like it’d mean anything to you.” She rolled her eyes. “There’s hundreds of hot girls on this ship. I could just be the lucky one tonight.”
She was right, she could be. I didn’t say anything.
“But, I’ll take it.” She ended. She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes and smiled slightly. I couldn’t help but smile back. She was perfect.
Hannah’s POV
That’s when it happened. He put his around me, and we just laid there.
“You have a girlfriend back home?” I questioned, we were out of the awkward zone, or so I thought.
“No, actually. I don’t.” he lit up a bit.
“Same here. Boys are gross.” I smiled and he looked down at me. “Most of them are jerks back home anyway.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. The girls back at home are pretty much the same.”
For some time, we kept eye contact. His eyes were so pretty. This is not happening.
“So, I’m assuming you’re going by the Guy Code right?” I added. “What happens on the boat, stays on the boat!” I mimicked but he looked a little offended.
“Hardly. I’m open to whatever. Why cut something short if it’s meant to be?”
“Good point. I guess I feel the same way.” I snuggled closer to him, pushing things a little farther, but he seemed to like it. He rested his head on mine and I smelled his strong cologne. It smelled so. damn. good.
“Thanks.” He said quietly.
“For what?”
“For tonight. I just honestly needed a reality check. It feels good to be around someone who actually likes me for me.” He sighed.
“Yeah.. well, what else would I like you for?” I joked, and he actually laughed.
“No, but you’re right. There’s nothing else people should like me for. Just me.”
“I guess you’re pretty likable.” I joked again and he squeezed me.
“Hell yeah, I am.” He squeezed harder.
“Stop! Crushing….Me….”
“Hahaha! Fine.” He held me even closer then. “You know----“
There were three hard knocks on the door.
“I got it.” I tried to hop out of bed, but he grabbed my hand. “I have to get the rest of the food, Niall.”
“Leave it.” He said, quietly and pulled me back onto the bed and into his arms. “You know----“
Even harder knocks.
“Damn it.” He said and then got up. I got up too, and he grabbed me at my waist. We waddled to the door. I opened it without looking.
“Oh!”
It was Austin. Definitely not who I had been expecting.
Niall’s POV
“Sup, dude?” I looked over Hannah’s head at him, making sure he could see my arms securely around her waist.
“Uh, nothing… Just checking to see if you had seen…her.” He replied awkwardly.
“Yeah, well…” I tightened my grip. Is this guy serious?
“Okay, well, now that I know that you’re safe, I guess, I’ll go. Night, Hannah.” Austin waved awkwardly, put his hands in his pockets and started to walk away, but not before softly glaring at me.
“Hah.” I chuckled and then pushed the door closed in front of Hannah.
“What was that about?” She looked up at me as we walked back to the bed.
“Nothin.”
“You were kind of intense, just now.” She smiled and then got on the bed and started to jump.
“Not.”
“Were too!” She laughed.
“Whatever.” I sat on the bed and grabbed her hand to sit her back down. “But like, you know how you were saying you could just be the lucky one of the night?”
“Yep.”
“Well, it doesn’t just have to be tonight and I’m pretty sure you aren’t the lucky one.” I pulled her into my arms. My heart started to beat quicker, that was a pretty risky thing to say.
“What’s that mean?”
“I mean…”
She giggled and pulled me closer.
I looked down at her. “I really do actually like you. You’re nothing like the girls back home, or the girls anywhere. You’re just different. And, you treat me different. Like, completely different. Maybe a little more different than my liking, but it works.” I spilled out. Maybe, I was taking things too far, way too fast....
“So, as for now… we’re exclusive.” She concluded, and it wasn’t a question.
“If you want.” I said, hesitantly.
“Yeah, I do.” She smiled.
“Good.”
We had a week together, what the hell? Might as well.
I looked down at her and she looked up, then it happened. But she made it happened. She kissed me. It was long and passionate. I could have sworn I had butterflies, but who the hell would ever admit that?
Hannah’s POV
I just kissed him. I just kissed him. I just kissed him. I just kissed him.
He smiled at me after I backed away, nervous to whether he had wanted that or not. But, I guess he did. He smiled even wider and then kissed me again.
“It could be like this every night.” He said.
“Haha, I don’t know if you’ve convinced me enough yet.” I said sarcastically.
He giggled and then kissed me again.