“Shut up Ella, you like him – and he’s not mental he likes you to. Which means, you’re going. And before that happends, we’re going on the beach partyyyy tonight wooohoooo!” 
I sighed at my bestfriend and her never-ending-energy, before muttering (for to myself than to her)
“He’s probably mental then..”

“Ella, Emma, over here!” My bestfriend grabbed me by the hand and dragged me in the sand towards the pier where a bunch of our friends stood, they mingled gladly together with a whole lot of other people. They all greeted us with a hug, och and a;
“Whooooa, glad you guys could make it!”
We chatted with all of them for a while, laughing at the three or fours idiots that thought it were a brilliant idea to go for a swim.
The darkness fell faster than we all had expected, so we went up to the point where the beach meets the forest, and lit a campfire. We were like fourty people left now, music playing from someone smart that had brought their speaker.
Some random guy that I didn’t know that well played some guitar with the beat of the soft music, and some of us hummed along and the other just talked, laughed or whatever. The night was all over us by now and I suppose we all just tried to had the best time we could, spend one of the last nights of this summer holiday in the best way possible.
I was glad that Em dragged me here, (God should know that girl knew me better than I knew myself) this night had turned out to be pretty great, despite that I could’t get his stupid hand that always rubbed the back of that messy but astonishing blonde hair in a absolutly adorable way, out of my head. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid irish idiot at all..

“Okay okay, I was only like four years old – c’mon guys!” One of the guys that I’d learn to know by the night looked at the four of us he was talking to, telling really (like really really, I mean – not even me that weird when I was a little kid, c’mon!) weird stories about what he had done when he was a child. The four of us that still listened to his stories, (me, Miranda – that’s a girl from school, and two other guys that I can’t remember what they told me their names was. Uhm, awkward.) burst into a fit of laughters, and this time we couldn’t stop. He (the one that told us the story, but that I still couldn’t remember the name of, uhm awkward moment two) looked seriously hurt, before he pouted his lips jokingly and started to laugh himself. I told you, he was a weird kid.

 I suddenly felt a pair of big hands cover my eyes, and let out a little scream.
“What the...” I burst out, before the person removed his hands quickly and let me turn around.
I felt myself start to grin as soon as I saw the blondehaired boy, (or brown? Shit, I couldn’t decide what it was, haha. Nope, I’m not becoming a hairdresser, I mean, I couldn’t event tell what colour his hair was..?)
I let my eyes wander all over his never-ending-torso as he stood up in front of me, and let my gaze slowly wander along his jawbone, as a heard a girly sqeal to the left of me.
“OHMIGOSH, it’s him”
“Miranda, it’s Niall!!!” A high pitched voice behind me screamed, and I looked back in confusion, met Emmas weirdly quilty eyes before turning to Niall again.
He looked at me swiftly for a second, his blue eyes burning wholes in mine, before he quickly grabbed my hand, looked at Em with eyes that were now burning, and she quickly stood up, shouting something that I couldn’t make out, to the girls that had let out Nialls name, before giving Niall a quick nod as he twirled me around and started to walk, fast away from the fire and all the people, up to the small gravel road that let through the dark forest, and passed a few house.

“Niall, hello, what the hell is going on?” I asked, confused holding his hand as I felt goosebumps all over my body, when the heath from the fire disappeared I immediatlely started to freeze.
“Here” He quietly said, barley looking at me as he threw his denim shirt to me.
“Thanks” I mumled under my breath, still trying to understand what was happening, and why he acted so strange.
I put the shirt on, and let his smell fill my nosetrils. I could live in this, as long as I could have the smell of him on it. (No wait what, focus Ella, something’s wrong.)
We finally slowed down, still without exchanged any more words and then he suddenly stopped, outside this little house that looked like some kind of storage room (probably for one of the houses along the little road) A lamp was lit (probably one of those that lits up when someone passes by, but still kinda creepy)

I wriggled my small hand out of his large, warm one and turned to face him.
I layed my small, tanned hand on his chest that was breathing heavily. (I could felt how his muscels tensed through the thin fabric, and had to make an effort not to loose focus. Seriously though, you couldn’t really blame me...)
I took a deep breath, and met those burning eyes that still made butterflies create kaos all over my body, with a source in the pit of my stomach.
“Niall, what’s going on?”
“Nothing” He cut me off quickly, pulling the hand of his chest.
I felt a sting in my heart, but didn’t care to much.
“Come on, what the fuck. Tell me, you know, I notice when something’s wrong.”
“Just... me..”
“Sorry what, you have to talk louder, I can’t hear you!” I felt the anger start to build inside me, what the hell was his problem.
Him suprising me at that fire was, easily, the best moment out of the night – so I couldn’t for my live get what was so weird.
“Niall, answer me. What’s happening, who were they, and how did they even know your name – for gods sake!”
He let out a shaky breath, looking at me slowly.
“Uhm, I used to date on of there friends, and it didn’t quiet.. end well...” He went quiet, but I kept gazing at him, sensing he didn’t tell me all of it.
“And.. that’s just how they know who I am. They just freaked because.. I don’t know, how things ended with their friend and me, and.. ya know” His accent become thicker word by word, and silly me – being the silly person I was, became mesmeried by just that. His voice.
“Ella, I’m sorry I didn’t know they’d be there I just wanted to come and suprise you I’m so sorry!” I woke up from my thoughts and met those killing eyes again.
“I’m sorry. I’m stupid, I should have texted you in the week, or called you, and I should’ve guessed they’d be there”
I felt the tingels take over my body as I felt his voice take over.
I had already forgiven him, long time again (I mean, his ex’s freaky friends were nothing to care about... right?) And besides, I was to busy listening to that was to even care to stop in.
Daydreaming slightly, I leaned backwards and felt my back hit the white wall behind me. The lamp was right over my head, and in the gloomy, but at the same time strong light, he really looked like an angel.
I felt my whole body exploded in tingles just by hearing his voice, and the butterflies in my tummy went mad when he turned quiet and brought his hand up to his head.
He ruffled the back of his head nervously, then looked at me, questioning.
I looked at him, took in the jeansclad, extremly long legs that hung absolutly perfectly low on his hips, before letting my gaze wonder up to his t-shirt clad torso, (wow, I didn’t even think about how could it had to be for him, whilst I just snuggled in closer in his shirt, becoming dizzy as I felt the smell that I so strongly admired, and connected to the boy in front of me.
I looked at his face, his defined jawbone, his slightly blushing cheekbones, his perfectly messy blonde-brown (that’s it, I just can’t decide!)

I looked at his lips when he nervously let his lips run over them, (I almost lost it, I swear at that moment, I almost lost it.) And then I finally met his eyes. The blues eyes, now filled with insecurity, looked at me, almost scared of what I might say: but when he saw the dreamy smile on my face, he slowly started to smile to.
And my whole body exploded at that second. And at that moment, I realized what all the weird tingels and butterflies meant. It meant, I was in love. With this irish little blonde-brown-haired boy in front of me that I’d gotten to know the past few weeks, just. The silly boy in front of me that now smiled nervously at me, and all of his little things.
I was in love. Silly, silly me.

He opened his mouth again, probably wondering what the heck was going on with my. I just looked at him, feeling the happiness inside of me explode, felt lucky that I even met him that time, felt lucky to be able to live in this moment, with this boy, on this earth. I smiled, a smile filled with joy before interrupting his 17^th apology.
“Really, Ella I’m sorry I just thought it would be a good idea to suprise you, because I just really really...”
“Shut up and kiss me already, you idiot.” I half whispered, half mumbled, blushing like mad before I pouted my lips out against him jokingly, in a half-kiss, half-smiling, kind-of-way -  against him as I closed my eyes and prayed.

What I felt in the moment after that, I can’t ever describe to you, to anyone. It was magic.
I have never felt so alive in my whole live.
When he finally took that last step towards me, carefully pushed my back against the cold wall even harder, as I jumped up and circled my shortsclad legs around his waist, my hands quickly finding their way in his hair, I couldn’t possibly ask for more.
His mouth hungrily found mine, pressing his pink lips against mine.
He kissed me slowly, lovingly, before he desperatly started to beg for entrence to my mouth, proparly.
I smiled into the kiss, wide, feeling the smile getting even wider on his face as I gladly greeted his tounge into my mouth.
I’d never felt so happy. I’d never felt so much tingels in my body that I thought I was going to explode, as we seperated our mouthes, desperate for air. We both chipped after air, inhaling the others air.
His forehead pressed against mine, and he looked at me, smiling as he noticed the huge smile that was plastered on my face.
I just.. I just couldn’t stop smiling.

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Well, I didn’t really get my Starbucks. But I got another day with Niall. And
once again, I got those weird tingles in my stomach.
Some weird shit was
going on man, maybe my period was about to come.

“Em, look in the camera silly!” I said, quickly turning to my bestfriend beside me, before looking back into the camera myself and poking myself. (For you who think that sounded weird; just to inform you that’s basically me and Emma spending time together.)
She pulled a face before flopping herself at my big bed.
“Ellaaaa, I’m bored. What’s up for tonight?”

I shrugged my shoulders as I posted the picture to instagram, tagged Em and locked my phone. Second after, I unlocked it quickly, looking through my inbox once again. I dubbelchecked the conversation under the letter “N”, but nothing new...
A week since we last saw eachother, three weeks since the little roadtrip. I didn’t get this feeling I was having whenever I thought about, it – him, whatever, it felt weird, almost like I craved to see him again (I honestly had no idea what was going on with me, what was this shit) And I felt the disappointment well over me once again when it showed “No new messages” I sighed.
 
“Helloooo, earth to Ella, zuuuup girl? Feels like your distraced”
“I donno” I said, quietly.
“Come ooooon, cheer up, and let’s own that beach party tonight shall we?” My bestfriend was sprawled out all over my bed (as usual) looking at me with puppy eyes.
“Yeah okay, whatever you say”
“You’re being booooooooring, come on! It’s like the last week of our summer holiday, cheer up for gods sake women and let’s pick out some clothes before you pick out your own  boring-funeral-coz-I-was-to-boring-to-go-to-the-beachpart-clothes babe!”
I smiled at her, sometimes I had no idea why I even hanged with her, but this was obivously one of the reasons. Whatever happend, she’d always make me smile.

Crazy girl eh, I though for myself before nodding and letting out a laugh.
“Woooop woooop my baby is back, let’s go hang with your brother and then get our asses ready to rock that paaaaaaarty!” She jumped out of bed and run down the stairs as she heard the front door open.
“Hiiii Jasoooon!” She shouted, and I heard my brother laugh as he probably hugged her.
“Hi Em, long time no see!” (1; It was like a week ago for gods sake. And 2; before you jump to any conclusions; YES Em had always been into Jas, and despite what you may think; I didn’t really care to much: I suppose, he liked her to, but not like that, I mean she was his little sisters bestfriend, basically that’s all. So, yeah, you get what I’m saying?)
I shaked my head for myself to focus, and pretty much jumped down the stairs myself to greet my brother.

 “Hey sis!” My brother embraced me and before I’d even gotten the chance to answer he contuined to speak:
“By the way, you know Greg; that guy that was with us at the game?” I nodded, in my head wondering what this was and shrugging my shoulders at Em lik ‘I don’t know any more than you’

“He sorta invited us, to his place for dinner..?”
I looked at him;
“Soooo, you have to tell me this because..?”
“It’s this Saturday.”
“What?! Jas, you promised that you would come with us!”
He bit his lip;
“Yeah yeah I know, but really; what’s more exciting? This, or visiting grandpa and grandma?”
“Well we both know the answer, but you promised me and I won’t go there alone with mum and dad, do you have ANY idea of how boring it was last time??” I glared at my brother, it may be a small thing but going to my grandpa and grandma alone, again this weekend would I definitly not agree on that!

“God Em, how do you even handle her, she’s so stubborn!” My brother looked at my bestfriend who just laughed.
“I know that, that’s why I was wondering if you wanted to come along?”
I laughed;

“Haha what, are you asking me if I want to have dinner with you and your boys? Euw no way” I poked him in the stomach. He smiled

“Thought you would say something like that. But think about it, I’ll convince mum and dad it’s okay if you stay at home with me, and it’s just one dinner for gods sake.”
Hesitating, I nodded

“Okay, I suppose that’s a good deal”
Emma laughed and smirked weirdly at Jas.
“Okay okay whatever, now she’s all mine, your sibling-talk is making me tired.” Being the weird girl she was she faked a yawn before she dragged me upstairs again.
She slammed the door behind me and forced me to sit on the bed oppisote her.
“What?” I asked, without a clue what was going on.
“DON’T YOU GET IT SILLY” She pracically screamed.
“Woaah, keep your voice down Em. Whatsuuuup?”
“Gregs house. Saturday night. Don’t ya know what that means?”
Slowly, I felt my brain start to work.
Gregs house. Greg meant Nialls brother. Niall meant.. Niall. And Niall meant.. those stupid feelings all over my body. Ugh.

“Wait what, you think he will be there?” I looked at Em with big eyes.
“What are you, nuts or something. Of course he’ll be there! And I promise to make sure you look stunning!!”
My chin fell, and I just stared at my bestfriends like she was mad.
“Well in that case I’m not even going. I don’t wanna be rude, and since he haven’t texted me for like, a week, I suppose he wants nothing to do with me. And if that’s the case, then it would feel really mean to just show up at his brothers doorstep, practically inviting myself to have dinner with him and...”
“Shut up Ella, you like him – and he would be mental not to like you back. Which means, you’re going. And before that happends, we’re going on the beach partyyyy tonight wooohoooo!” 
I sighed at my bestfriend and her never-ending-energy, before muttering (for to myself than to her)
“He’s probably mental then..”
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”Uhm... I guess. Erm, good” she stuttered.

”Tell me!”  

”Okay, okay. He texted me yesterday”, she smiled at the ground as Brooklyn started to jump up and down. 

”Aaaah, are you kidding?! What did he say?!”

”Gosh, Brook, calm down”, April mumbled. ”He just asked how I was doing and we chatted a bit. That’s all”.

”Oh my god, he’s so into you!” Brooklyn cheered.

”He’s not!” April protested but a smile spread across her face.

”Let’s see about that”, Brooklyn smirked. ”Well, come on now, we’ll be late”.

***

”That’s beautiful”. Brooklyn admired the painting April did in watercolours. It was of a girl with red, long hair and a white dress who was running on a meadow full of colourful flowers. She didn’t seem to run to something special, and Brooklyn thought that she ran just because she wanted to. Because she was happy.

”Thanks”, April smiled. ”Why haven’t you done anything?”

Brooklyn sighed and looked down at her own paper, who had stayed white.

”I don’t know”, she mumbled. ”I don’t seem to find any inspiration”.

”Listen to music, thats how I find inspiration”.

”Yeah, I guess I can try”. 

She took her earphones and phone out of her satchel and put them in her ears. She started playing  Mumford and Sons album and after a while pictures started flow through her mind.

”It’s actually working”, she told her best friend, before grabbing some pencils and a palette.

She worked uninterruptedly until the bell rang, telling everyone the school day had come to an end.

”Wow, Brook”, April breathed. Brooklyn took out the earphones and scanned the drawing. She had used blue, purple and pink, and also some green, and on the paper there was a portrait of a girl who closed her eyes, surrounded by wavy hair which shifted in colours. 

”My god, Miss Davies and Miss Winston, your paintings are wonderful!” Their art teacher stood behind them, her makeup painted face lit up in a big smile, and her brown curls danced around her shoulders as she talked eagerly. 

”I’ll get them dried, and when they are we have to put them up in here!” She spoke.

***

”I am not letting her put up my drawing”, April laughed as she, Brooklyn and Nick made their way out of the school.

”Not me either”, Brooklyn agreed. 

”So, you’re joining to my place?” Nick asked and she nodded. ”Yeah, but not for the whole evening because Mr. Lewis gave us like a tons of papers we where going to study”. She sighed.

”Yeah, I know how he is”.

They where in a eager conversation about Mr. Lewis and how everybody hated him, when Brooklyn’s eyes landed on a car that was parked outside the school. Her heart felt like it was stuck in her throat when she saw who the driver was.

”Uhm, can you excuse me for a moment?” She mumbled to her boyfriend before she fast walked over to the black Range Rover and stood in front of the drawn-down window.

”What in the hell are you doing here?” She asked Harry who had a amused smile playing on his lips.

”So here’s your school...” He said in his raspy voice, glancing at the building beside her.

”Hey, look at me. Why are you here?”

”I wanted to see you”. 

”Okay, new question: How did you know which school I go on?”

”Brooklyn, you can just stop asking right now how I get to know stuff about you, because I can get over any information I want...” 

”I guess it’s now you’ll say that ‘you have contacts’ ”, she rolled her eyes, rather annoyed.

”Exactly”, he smiled.

”Well, I can’t see you right now. I’m going home to Nick”.

Harry looked disappointed in a second, but a smile spread across his face the second after.

”Well, you have my number. Call me”. 

And then the car was speeding away.

”Hey, who were you talking to?” Nick asked, coming up behind her.

”No one”, she sighed. ”Shall we go?”

“Shut up Ella, I’m
just so glad that I could make you smile.”
I let my smile grow even bigger on my face, just watching the sweet boy in
front of me, as he for the last time that night, grabbed my hand and looked me
in the eyes. What about, I’ll give you that ride home now” He said, and without waiting for
me to answer, quickly sqeezed my hand in his, and started to walk to the car.“

I don’t know Em.. yeah, no no! Well yeah; I suppose you could say that but.. but..... Yeah I know; I’m freaking becuause of exactly that!” I groaned into the phone and my bestfriend of all times laughed at.
“Come on girl, it will be fun! Just as friends ay?” Emma chuckled and I mentally slapped myself for tellling her I would go out with Niall.
No no no, not like that. (For gods sake people, I’ve met the boy one time!)
But yese were going out, but no, not in that way. We were just going to hang out a bit; I suppose he didn’t take that Starbucks I demanded the last week as a joke.
I felt the phone vibrate against my chin, and quickly sat up in the bed I was sprawled out in.
“Shit Em, it’s him. I.. gotta go bye!” I hunged up on her before she’d even had time to say bye. I could just imagine that frustrated, but amused laugh that she let out right now.

Haha, sometimes I think Em and I spent to much time together, it were almost like I knew how she would react to certain things. And this, was definitly one of them.
It had been like what,  a week, since I last meet that stupid irish boy for the first time.
He had given me the promised ride home, and sneekily slipped his number into my phone, and the other way around. (That boy probably worked for the CIA or something, I hadn't even been drunk - how could he do that without me noticing?!)
So the last week had pretty much been the same as the week before, I’d played some soccer with the guys, hanged with Emma as usual, and went to some patethic parties, chilled at the beach for the last summer days, and so..
Oh, well that was pretty much it. If I’d have to admit it, the few texts and calls that had been exhanged between that boy and me, had been the highlights.
I donno, you know; he was hot - that I’d had to admit. I mean, must be something wrong with the girl if she didn’t think Niall was hot.
But that was just like the small bit. The thing was, he was really cool. I mean, ugh whatever. You get it. He was just.. cool.

I hurried down the steps, quickly shouted bye to my brother that probably was sleeping anyways, left a quick note to my parents that already had gone back to their work in the court, on the table, before I went to open the door.
“Hey there” The soft, irish voice spoke and made my heart beat just a bit faster.
He embraced me in a warm hug, pulled his long arms around me and I allowed myself to smell him for a second before I coughed awkwardly, and teared away from him.
“Hi” I said, blushing.
He chuckled deep.
“How are you love? Ready for a roadtrip?”
I walked to the mirror before I quickly pulled up my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head.
“Whaat? I thought we were just about to hang, at Starbucks or something” I said questioning, before I put the small white pearls in my ears and checked my makeup.
His voice when from steady to sort of shake, and he looked embarressed, and quilty, as he spoke:
“Well uhm... I just thought it’d be fun.. To, ya know, get out of town and so.” He rubbed his hand at the back of his haid, ruffling the blonde part of the otherwise brown hair slightly, the way I loved. (I did not just think that)
I giggled and smiled;
“Sounds fun to me!” I smiled at him,

He looked relived, and as he grabbed my favourite jeansjacket in one hand, my hand in the other, he dragged me out to his shining, black Range Rover (That I adored, just to let you know. That car really was.. amazing. I have no idea how the hell he could afford it, but it really was.. amazing)
I put the seatbelt on, and flashed a smile to Niall, who looked at me for a long moment, before suddenly started the car and with that, our little roadtrip.
I turned my eyes and let my gaze inspect him, slowly:
He was wearing black jeans, that hung really really good to his hips, and over that he just wore a light grey-white-beige (whatever) kind of sweater, that looked amazing at him. His hair was lay perfectly messy all over his haid, a small blonde slinge hung down in his forehead, which honestly just made him look even hotter. He... was good looking, that's all - I thought to myself before slowly shaking my head and focusing on the road in front of us.

 I let out a huge laugh, and felt Nialls gaze on me.
“Really?” I gasped. “You would rather have to eat a snake alive than live without chicken for the rest of your life?!”

Niall just shrugged his shoulders at me;
“Well, I just love chicken.”
I kept on laughing, smiling inside when I heard a deep chuckle outburst from the boy beside me as well.“Now, my turn. What about...?”

I felt the pace slow down, and we suddenly pulled outside this weird, anonymous building a bit outside town. It had taken a while to get here, I’d noticed when I checked my phone, but honestly time just flew. We’d spended like over an hour in that car, asking questions to get to know eachother (after all, we just met) (and yes, I know it sounds cheesy, but it really wasn’t. It was just.. really, really great. One of the best roadtrips I’ve, to be honest. Okay I admit I didn’t have that many, but you get what I mean!)
“Here we are, princess. Let’s go inside.” I looked at him weirdly, was is now he took me inside some weird apartment to rape and kill me?
He laughed at my the sceptical look on my face.
“Come on love, it’s face. I know it looks special, but it’s cool really – I know the owner, come on now!

“I’m just gonna grab a glas of water, be right back!” I shouted over my shoulder to the beautiful blonde boy that sat in the chair at the table, leaning on his elbows, grinning and nodding at me.  
I walked with carefree steps, and refilled my glas with water.
It had been like houuurs,- and we still we’re stuck at the little cafe.
It really was cosy, though. The owner, Jack, was really nice (even though the looks he gave Niall when he presented me was quite weird) and people in here were all cool they came in, grabbed a coffee, and took a table for like twenty minutes, then left – and then the next couple of people came in. Except us, of course. Because we were weirdos and had been in here for ages, haha!
It was nice, though, really nice.

I turned around and walked back to the table, smiling really wide when I looked up to se Niall holding my phone in his outstretched arm, and giving my phone an air-kiss through the camera, smiling into it and whispering some weird stuff that I couldn't make out what it was. For him to know, and me to find out I suppose.
I laughed out loud, and he quickly swtitched the camera off and looked at me innocently.
I smirked, unable to hide the fact that I really loved spending this sort of time with him, even though whatever-we-were, was so new.
"Whatcha doing?" I said, as I sat down again.
"Well besides eating your slice of cake to when you were gone, nothing really." He grinned.
"YOU DID WHAT?!"

 “I really liked today Niall, it was really great!” I smiled as he leaned out of his car window.
“I’m glad.” He just said, looking at me for one long minute.
“Sooo, thanks for that? We’ll talk soon, I suppose? Say hi to Greg from me and Jas, to!”
“I definitly will!” He grinned, and we just went silent exchanged stupid smiles.
I ffelt myself start to blush (definitly the heat) and quickly turned around and walked the few steps up to my door. I look behind me and waved as he started the black car and somehow looking nervously around him before driving a sharp U-turn and left.

Well, I didn’t really get my Starbucks. But I got another day with Niall. And once again, I got those weird tingles in my stomach.
Some weird shit was going on man, maybe my period was about to come.
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 “Here you go Ella” Sean held out what I suppose was my hot dog, and a coke in the other hands.
“Thanks” I smiled at him, while he happily took his own from Jason other hand.
The guys were all up in talking about something really-not-interesting, when Greg suddenly showed up a few meters away and shouted to us.
All of us (That basically is all of the guys and me.. Yup.) walked towards Greg in the crowd of people that were all queing for that fucking sausages. (Stupid really. Okay maybe not, it’s food after all. And I get people was hungry. Cheering made you hungry. And tired)

“Hey guys, this is ma little brother Niall” Gregs thick accent made its way towards my ears, and I looked up from my thoughts.

 He pointed to the boy next to him as he spoke.

I glanced the way his finger pointed the first time, and felt the hot dog got stuck in my throat.
I started to cough wildly, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the boy in front of me, who got a seriously worried expression on his face. I was coughing like mad while I looked at him from the bottom to the top.

He wore dark blue jeans that hung perfectly on his hips, and the white t-shirt with some print on that was impossible to tell, since that grey hood that looked really really cozy – was covering most of it. In his left (allow me to scream cause that boy had huge hands) hand he held what looked like a dark coulored jacket, or something.
The white Supras he wore shined brightly against the grey cold floor of the arena. I couged one last time, to make sure nothing was still stuck in my throat, before I, with a complete red face from all the coughing, looked up to meet his eyes.
Shit, they were blue. Like, really deep, not-possibly-human-blue. Like, blue-blue.

I parted my lips slightly in awe, let my gaze wander over his defined cheekbones, the light pink lips that showed off a row of perfect teeth. His blonde hair was messy over his head, dark brown covered slightly by the brighter loops. I let my gaze linger at his lips a bit more before slowly looking up in his eyes once again.

“Uhm... hi?” I said, stuttering a bit. He smiled, and actually look like he thought I was funny;
“Haha, you okay love? That wasn’t just a normal cough-situation” He winked and I blushed.
“I’m okay, the hot dog just got struck in my throat hehe...”
“Heeeey kids, we’re going back – are you coming this year or?”

The older boys look at us; questioning. I teared my gaze away from Nialls, and lookws at Jason, muttering under my breath;
“Yeah surewe’recoming.”
He winked and smiled, and just turned to his friends and started walking to get up from the crowd to find their seats again.

I looked back to.. Niall, and felt how my eyes met his once again and how cheesy it may sound, it felt like he could see right into me.
We stood there for a few awkwards seconds more, him rubbing the back of his head with one of those large hands awkwardly while I just quite blunty checked him out, and went blushing like mad when he’d noticed.
“Uhmm... We probably should get going, we don’t want to miss the game..” I said, hesitating. I wasn’t used to this. To speak with people as goodlooking as him. Because honestly, he was looking really good.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah absolutly not, we definitly wouldn’t want that!” He looked relieved and words just flew out of his mouth in a big mess. I laughed a bit, started walking to the stairs;
“Weren’t your friends supposed to be here as well?” I turned around to see a slightly blushing Niall tear his eyes from my backside, and look me in the eys as he hurried the few steps of the stairs that he was behind.
“Well they were suppose to, but they bailed out last second.”
I smiled a bit, relieved that this didn’t turn out totally (okay maybe a bit) awkward after all.
“Oh, to bad” (Not really though)
Well, yeah, but honestly I don’t know how they could miss this. I’m frustrated enough I missed first half, but can’t for my world get why you with your free mind would miss a god damn Chelsea-game?”
I burst out laughing, as we turned left to mind our row again.
“That’s exactly what I said to Jason, my brother” I said and pointed at Jason were he was sitting talking with the others boys loudly “before we left the house” I smiled back at a already smiling Niall, who seemed to feel just as relieved as me as this went on pretty smoothly along with the fact that the tension slowly disappeared.

“He was even thinking of not telling me and go without me, just with his boys” I rolled my eyes; “But luckily I found the tickets before he left, can’t believe he would actually leave me at home!”
“I’m glad he didn’t..”
I froze for a moment as I sat down on the plastic chair beside my brother and holding my legs up for Niall to pass.
“What?” I looked at the hot irish boy with slightly furrowed brows.
“Uhm nothing” He said, smirking a bit before he pointed out to the field again to mark the bluedressed players as they walked out;
“Look here they come, let’s do this!”

I let his voice sink in, and felt a tickeling sensation in the pit of my stomach.
What the heck, I just met the boy, it couldn’t be.. Nah, probably just.. something.
Whatever, I thought and opened my mouth to be interrupted with a loud cheer from the irish boy to the left of me.
Just seconds later I heard my brothers voice;
“Looks like you have some competion this half” with caused the other lads (espacially Greg who were more likley laughing at his now confused little brother than Jasons comment) to laugh out loud.

I just rolled my eyes at them, pulled the jacket closer to my body that now allowed itself to feel the coldness that suddenly swept over Standford Bridge, and turned to Niall who still looked confused at the earlier statement;
“Nothing to care about, they’re drunk” I said, covering up a bit for the real truth.
But sad enough, he was about to find about anyway the next 45 minutes. He nodded with a;
“Whatever” , and turned a now focused gaze back to the game, where second half was just about to start.
I smiled from ear to ear, based on how that gaze focused that badly on the game that was now about to start, I could tell that this boy wasn’t just anybody.

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Hey guys! Here's chapter 3 of MDOP, I would love if you left me a comment and told me what you think!
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“Hey Ella, we really gotta get going! Don’t feel like the right night to be late, first night back in town”! Jason shouted to me from downstairs. I laughed quietly at him, typical him worrying about being late.
I got it though – it wasn’t exactly the night to be late, after all this was the third day Jason was at home and he was clearly really excited to meet up with “his boys” again.
“Jeez, chill out and I’ll be down in a sec” I shouted back, and heard him mutter to dad:
“I know I shouldn’t have agreed to take her with me, gosh why is she so stubborn.”
“Reaally Jason, I can hear you! And also you’re suppose to be my brother and you believe I would miss a Chelsea-game because my idiot to brother didn’t invite me in the first place, because he wanted to go alone with his boysss?” Okay, maybe a sounded a bit toooo sarcastic dragging that long on the S:s. But really, who in their clear mind misses a Premier League game when you have the chance to go? Not me anyway!

I flew down the stairs to my now embarassed, but irritated brother.
´“Ella: 1 – Jason: 0.” I pointed at me while I let out a laugh, pulled on the brown coloured jacket who went great together with the white blouse and the light blue jeans I was wearing. Much more than that wasn’t needed, even though it were closer to night than afternoon now, it was still pretty hot outside. I quickly pulled on my worn converse, before we shouted bye to our parents and got in the car.

 When we got closer to the arena, I was practically jumping in my seat.
“Jesus El, calm down, it’s just a game.”
“Well yeah, a Chelsea game to be correct.” I smirked at him, and stopped with the jumping for a sec.

“Haha well yeah I suppose you could put it that way...” He smiled but then got serious
“But seriously though, Ella, you gotta stay cool through the night. And when I say that I’m not talking about the game”
I gave him a deathstare.
“When did I ever embarresed you in front of your friends, Jas?”
“Well urm, I surley can think of a few times..” He said, laughing a bit.
“No but the thing is, Sean said he would bring a few of his other friends, some irish guy and I don’t know, so it’s not just the old gang that you know. And well, you know what I mean.”
“Yes sir. I will act like the coolest little sister ever, which in fact is what I am, isn’t it?” He sighed, but I could see he wanted to smile.

“Yeah yeah, whatever Ella, just pretend you’re normal.
 If you’re still as... wild as you used to be under the game, that’s fine. Just try so be cool during the break and stuff, so they don’t think you’re a freak.”
“Someone’s nervous about meeting new people” I teased.
“Ella” he looked at me, sternly.
“I can’t promise anything... But I’ll try” I answered, smirkingly getting out of the car.

 “Hey Jacoooob! Joosh, Max Seaan over here!” I shouted to the older boys making my way through the crowd outside of the arena.
I heard Jason behind me, and I could almost see the annoyed smile on his face when he realized I got to “his” boys before him. I hugged each one of the four familiar faces of my brother’s childhood best friends, and then waved a bit unsecure and after hesitating a moment and thinking about what Jas told me in the car, pulled out my hand to shake the others. I heard names like Andy.. or Sandy (?), Adam, Aroon and Greg – but didn’t put much effort in trying to rememeber them. I figured, maybe two or so of them was some of my brothers friends, and the other ones was probably just friends to Sean or something.
“Wooooooohoo broe you’re back!!” I could here the guys shout to Jas and turned around to see my brothers reunited with his closest friends. Good to see. Whatever made him happy, made me happy. Cheesy as hell, but true.
I stayed quited playing a bit with my phone, until a heard Max’s voice call my name:
“Hey, earth to Ella!” I looked up lauging to see all of the boys standing there watching me.

“Whaat?” I said a bit, blushing. After all, they were my big brothers friends, not mine. Sureley as hell I’d spent a lot of time with Jacob, Josh, Max and Sean and I’d always liked them a lot, but honestly, it has come to the point were it’s a bit embarrasing to be the small kid here.
“Haha, just checking if you’re still alive” Max said, laughing. “Anyway, let’s get going, shall we?” The others nodded, and so did I.

“Hey Greg, weren’t your brother supposed to come as well?” I heard Sean ask the guy that apperently was Greg.
“Yeah, he’ll probably miss the first half, but he said he’d show up with some friends in time for the second” This Greg answered, with a seriously heavy irish accent.
I sighed, gosh - even more boys.
I quickly took a step to the left to walk behind my brother to the tickets-checker.

“You excited?” Jason suddenly asked, looking back at me as we walked up the stairs to take our seats.
“Hell yeah, haha it’s a Chelsahh game for gods sake brothahh!” He smiled widley.
“I’m glad to have you here tonight baby sis. And I suppose I should feel sorry for leaving you along with all of us guys, but really not – I’m not going that far!” He chuckled, and took his seat on the right side of me while the other boys and their not-so-quiet conversations took seat outside Jason.

 The game was about to start when I suddenly turned and poked my brother on the arm to turn his attention away from the discussion he was about to have with Sean.
“Hey Jas, why is there empty seats on my left? This is, like, the game of the year!” I squelad a bit of excitment and he laughed answering me with shrugging his shoulders.
“I donno, maybe it is that guy Gregs brother’s seats, or something?” I nodded a bit, while we turned our attention to the game that now had started.

“Oh come ooooooon, seriously! That was patethic, is he blind or something?!?” I screamed, to no one in particular.
“Cheeeelsea, cheeeelsea, cheelseeeeeeaaaa” echoed through the whole arena and the night was really magic, though I still screamed pretty much as much as I used to when I was smaller, hehe..
But to defend myself, I’d never seen a referee that bad.
At one point the guys laughed at me, told me I sounded to funny “with that girly highpitch scream swearing towards the referee, players and everthing” I just rolled my eyes at them, and turned my gaze back to the field.

In the same second Chelsea scored the first goal of the night, and – (sorry not sorry) that second I probably set some kind of record for the highest pitched voice that night.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES; WOHOOOOO! CHELSEAAA, CHELSEAAAA, CHELSEAAAA”
I turned to see face Jason and the guys, bending over their knees laughing (sure thing they weren’t completly sober either.. And don't even start asking me how they were suppose to get home, or get ME home after the game..)
I pouted my lips and looked seriously at them.
“What?”
They just kept on laughing at me and my voice that apperently didn’t fit my screams that well.
The referee blew mid-term and the teams went out to the locker rooms; and still those bastards were laughing their butts of. SO not okay. I didn’t really sound that bad, did I?
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Heej guys! Här har ni andra kapitlet av MDOP, lämna supergärna en kommentar och säg vad ni tycker! Förstår om det känns ganska segt osv, men tro mig nästa kapitel dyker en väldigt speciell pojke upp...
Hello babes! Here's the second chapter of MDOP, please leave a comment and tell me what you think! I get if it bored you out and so, but believe me it will be worth the wait - because next chapter a very special boy shows up! Stay tuned ;)
+ As you can see we changed the appearance of stuff hon ere, would love to here what you think! x