Better Than Words

When we arrive at the stadium we go straight to the press entrance. The lady checking me in knows who Niall is and asks me quietly if we’d prefer more private seating. I tell her yes that probably would be best. I thank her and take our tickets.
I show them to Niall and he knows right where the seats are, so he leads the way.
We have a great time at the game. Niall fills me in on some history of the teams. Which is great because I can use that in my writing.
As a sports writer I’m suppose to appear impartial. However, I just can’t help jumping up and shouting with Niall for the team he is rooting for.
I try to concentrate and take notes, but Niall puts his arm around me several times and I can think of nothing else. I’m looking at him and he turns to look at me. He smiles and then pushes a piece of hair from my face and puts it behind my ear. “There, I can see your eyes better now.” Niall says then rubs my back before returning his hand to my shoulder.
His attention returns to the game. Mine is still on him. A realization comes to me. I am falling in love with Niall. Every sweet moment between us just makes me fall more and more in love with him.
I force myself to focus on the game and taking notes. I am aware though, that Niall’s hand never leaves my shoulder the rest of the game.
After the game I tell Niall. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” He asks.
“To the locker room, I have interviews to do.” I smile.
“No way, I get to come with you?” Niall asks excitedly.
“Of course.” I laugh. He looks like an excited toddler.
In the locker room I do my interviews and Niall makes friends with all the players. I watch him and realize how much it means to me to see him so happy.
After as we walk to the car, Niall has a question for me.
“Is it weird being in the locker room interviewing all those guys in nothing but towels?”
I laugh. “I’m used to it. I don’t really even notice anymore.”
Niall opens the car door for me. “Well those guys were sure noticing you!” Niall says sounding irritated.
Hmm, is he jealous? I muster up all my courage, look him straight in his gorgeous blue eyes and say. “I was more impressed by you in a towel anyway.”
I hear his breath catch in his throat. I wink at him and get in the car. He takes a moment before shutting my door. And even longer before he gets in his side.
On the outside I appear cool and calm. On the inside, I’m giggling like a school girl.

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