Chapter 18
HANNA'S POV
"Good morning." That's all I could say.
"Good morning sexy." Said Niall, yep typical Niall.
"I think you should know I'm engaged so Jay should be the only one calling me sexy."
"Your engaged?" He said.
"Got a problem?" I shot back.
"You have a lovely time having sex with that lug nut." He spoke.
"By the way your invited and our you threatening me?" I asked.
"We could have a three some." He said.
"Don't push it." I said.
"I will be waiting for you." He said, kissing my cheek.
"I can't wait." I said.
I helped him get his things in the car and saw him drive off. I waved my last goodbye my last of everything.
NIALL'S POV
I couldn't stop. Obsessing over her. I could taste her lips on mine and I hungered over her. I drove steady to get Ireland. She got in the back to the car and rambled on about the sleepover. I told her that he mom was engaged. That surely pissed her off. I got the whole talk of "I only are you with mom."
When we got home, she went to her room. I sat on the living room floor and flipped through the scrap books of Hanna and I. There was this one picture of her that I always have loved. She didn't know I had a camera until I yelled, "Hanna", when she turned I capture her grin.
I could she the picture move as it replayed the moment. I heard small foot steps behind me. Ireland sat at my level and grinned at the picture. Tears began to well in her eyes. I gripped her head close to mine. I heard her murmur, "I love you."
After her head had been on my shoulder for about a good 10 minutes, we got up and decided to watch a movie. One of her favorites, "Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring". She told me she would marry Aragon someday. She would repeat the funny parts exactly the way she knew them. After the movie was over she popped in the first Harry Potter. Another favorite. She would fantasize over Harry's glasses. She wanted the lighting bolt scar too.
Ireland was a tomboy. She loved Superman and Spiderman plus all of the other superheros. She would draw pictures of The Shire, Hogwarts, and even Tardis.
I saw her eyes smile as I held her close. I needed to make up for the time I didn't give her.
HANNA'S POV
After Niall left I cleaned his bed sheets. I could smell the faint fragrance of his cologne. I sat down on the couch and looked through the photo albums of us. My favorite picture of him was when he was about 13. In the background was the lake. His smile was beyond amazing. His hair was messed up with mud. On the side of his eyes were little crinkles.
I heard a knock at the door as I quickly threw the album in a cabinet.
"Hey babe." Said Jay as I opened the door.
"Hey baby." I said kissing his cheek.
"Are you excited for tonight?" He asked.
"Oh yes!" I said.
"Maybe I can get in your pants afterwards." He winked.
"Maybe not i might stay out all night." I said.
"I just want you happy." He said, giving me a sloppy kids.
We sat down at the kitchen table and ate a meal. He kept hitting my foot under the table. I felt mentally disturbed. He was being a creep. Maybe this party was all I needed.

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