It is a simple and my heart instantly starts to race again. Isn't there a rule that says not to call the girl before 3 days? I'm sure I saw it on telly or something. But does text go with that rule too?

I stare at the text and think about my reply. It should be short, simple, kinda cute, not intrusive and maybe a bit funny. Why do you think so hard about it? It's just a text!, yells the annoying voice in my head. I roll my eyes, take a beep breath and after typing maybe different replies and deleting them, at the end I send :

As soon as I press send, I regret it. A winky face? Seriously?! I shut my eyes, embarrassed by myself and stuff a whole cookie into my mouth. I wait for his reply and just stare at my phone screen.

I hate being like this. Waiting for a boy to text me back. I should do something else and not care. At the end it's just a text... Right? It makes me feel uncomfortable and weak waiting here. The next seconds and minutes are torture. I'm the most impatient person on this world and even though only seconds have passed by, it feels like hours. I read his message and then mine over and over again. What if he thinks I am flirting now? , my eyes widen at that thought. That winky face was definitely a huge mistake. Why does it take him to long to reply? He's probably too busy doing more important stuff. Four minutes since I texted him back. Fine! Fuck it! I don't care!, I think and throw my phone on my bed. I stuff another cookie in my mouth and cross my arms in front of my chest. Fine! He doesn't have to answer anyway! I'm strong. I don't have to wait for his reply... Right? My own thoughts are killing me. I let out a groan and lay my head down on my desk. "I hate him." I decided even though it might be the biggest lie I ever said out loud. I look back to my phone and than shake my head repeatedly. No! Stop! Don't be that kind of girl who waits all the day or night long! I tell myself in my head but it doesn't help. How do others survive a torture like this? How can someone wait so long? It's just Niall. Yeah he's in One Direction, the biggest boyband on earth, but that actually doesn't really affect me. At the end of the day, he's just Niall. When did I became one if those who waits? I have never felt as impatient as I am now. Never. I guess before I was the one who took so long to text back. But only because I never knew what to write. I groan one more time and then my phone buzzes. Instantly I push the chair back and jump on my bed. My phones doesn't stop to buzz. HE's CALLING YOU!!! I realize and take a deep breath before picking up.

"Hey." His voice immediately gives me a warm feeling. "It's Niall."

"Hi." I chuckle short.

"How are ya?" We both ask at the same time.

Excitement is all over me. My heart is racing, my body feels hot as if I sit in a sauna, my face is red and my smile is destined to stay on my face for as long as this phone call will last.

"You go first." He says and I imagine him smiling.

"I'm... Actually really good. And you?" I bite my lower lip.

"I'm really good too." He chuckles.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask and feel insecure. What if this is a prank call? He has a girlfriend. What if this is a joke to him. He can have every girl. Even if he wasn't in One Direction, girls would still run after him. I mean, how could girls not run after him? He's Niall. His blue eyes that make you forget everything around you. His perfectly styled hair. I wonder what it feels like to run my fingers through them. His cute smirk and happy chuckle that gives me a warm feeling. His pretty lips. I wonder what it feels like to kiss them.. Stop it Olivia! He has a girlfriend, I have to remind myself.

"It's... mmhmm." He takes a deep breath. "You make me nervous." He admits. My heart skips a beat again and I am speechless. Does he mean that in a good or bad way?, I ask myself.

"In a good way." He adds as if he read my mind. And then I died.

Ok no. I didn't die. "Niall..." I am still speechless. I make him nervous. Maybe as much as he makes me nervous.

"I just made everything awkward. Sorry..." He apologizes.

"It's fine. Nothing's awkward Niall. Everything's fine." I insure him. Now he say nothing and seconds of silence pass by.

"So how was your day?" We both break the silent at the same time. Niall and I burst out laughing.

The gentleman he is he says "You go first."

I do as told and tell him about my classes. Afterwards he tells me about his day. Not once he mentions his band mates or anything that has to do with his band. And I am not asking. I want to hear about him and get to know him.

That moment I didn't know how much time we'll spend talking and getting to know each other.

The following days we spend exactly doing this. After my classes and after I had dinner, either alone or with Alison or Ethan or with both, and after I prepared or studied for the next day, Niall called. He always called on time. Exactly 9pm my phone rang and it was him. On Tuesday night, it was a coincidence that he called exactly that moment. Wednesday and following days were intentionally. He doesn't want to admit it but I know it.

Every phone call started with a shy Hello or Hey but after few minutes, shy became a stranger to us. Laughing takes up the majority of our phone calls. It feels like we know each other since childhood. That's so cliché but that's how it is. We instantly connected from the beginning. Two hours pass by so quick, they feel like minutes to me. Saying goodnight is always hard but it usually ends with us laughing and me hanging up first. I constantly have to remind myself that he has a girlfriend and I have the feeling that he has too.

Now it's Saturday again and from the moment I woke up, Niall and I have been texting. I've got one ear phone in my ear and listen to 'up all night' songs as I put books back. Every time my phone lights up and a new message from Niall appears on the screen, I instantly smile. I feel like I am 16 all over again. I only had one boyfriend in the past and I can remember being as excited for him to text me back as I am now. Only difference is that Niall's not my boyfriend and we only know each other for a week.

Right now we have another random, unnecessary and pointless discussion. Last time it was about which ice cream flavor is better, chocolate or vanilla. And the time before we couldn't decide if Twitter or Instagram is better. Like I said, random, unnecessary and totally pointless but extremely funny. We both get so into it, every time. Right now it's about whether KFC or McDonalds is better. I'm about to text him back when someone taps on my shoulder. Instantly I put my phone away and turn around. The guy from my english class, who's dad has a publishing company, stands in front of me, smiling. I think his name is Toby. His smile is bright and friendly.

"How can I help you?" I ask and smile back.

"Do you know where this book is?" He shows me a picture of a old book on this phone. It's brown and has a simple cover. Pretty much like the majority of the books.

"Huh..." I say and start to think where it might be.

"It's pretty thick and about geography, if that's helps." His smiles becomes a bit smaller.

"That helps a lot, actually." I brightly smile at him and then turn around. I start to walk and he follows me. Thick and about geography, his words run through my mind. I stop to walk right away when I remember. Thick and about geography. The book Niall and I found was thick and about geography and it was brown and old.

"I know!" I exclaim and take a sharp turn to the left. Others who are in the library shake their head and "shhh" at me, but I ignore them. I quicken my steps, walk ahead, turn left, turn right and walk forward again. Toby quicken his steps too, to keep up with me. When I stand in front of the bookshelf, where Niall and I stood one week ago, I run my fingers across the old books.

"There we go." I smile brighter and take the book out of the shelf. It's pretty heavy since it's the thickest book in this building. Toby sees that I struggle and takes it from me. He carries it to a table and I follow him.

"I seriously hope this is what you've been looking for, Toby." I smile at him.

"It is." His eyes lighten up. "And you-you remembered my name." He smirks and bites his lower lip. For some reason I feel embarrassed now. It's just his name, nothing much. I remember quite a lot of things actually and his name shouldn't be a big deal. For him it kinda is though. Out of nowhere he has a different expression on his face and I have no idea what it is.

I chuckle short and just smile. What can I say? I mean, it's really not that special.

"Thank you, Olivia." He looks me directly into the eyes and I start to feel uncomfortable.

"You're welcome. It's my job." I awkwardly smile, turn around and take a deep breath before walking away. He doesn't follow me but I can feel his eyes scanning my body. I quicken my steps and when I am back to where I left my cart, I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket. Four new messages from Niall.

Yet again I'm about to text him back when someone taps on my shoulder again. I think it's Toby again but I thought wrong. When I turn around, Niall smiles at me. "Hi."

"Hey." I smile and we hug. I breath in as we hug and takes is scent in. He smells good and I can only describe it as Niall. When we pull apart I ask "What are doing here?"

"I'm going to prove that KFC is better than McDonalds." He explains smirking. I roll my eyes at him, shaking my head and take a deep breath. My heart is already pounding fast and my body is slowly heating up. It's something about him that makes me feel like this.

"I have to work." I smile and take two books.

"I already talked to the head librarian. He said you can go after you finish this cart. It's already 3 pm anyway." His smile gets bigger and brighter. I chuckle short and shake my head again.

"Niall, are you serious?" I ask and put the two box away.

"Olivia, do I ever make jokes about food?" He asks and I shake my head. "See you just answered you own question."

"It will take a while though." I say and point at the full book cart.

"I'll help you." He smirks. I bite my lower lip and roll my eyes as he puts two books into a bookshelf.

"Do it right." I tell him.

"I always do it right." He insures me and winks at me. If we weren't in a library, I would have burst out in laughter.

We get my work done pretty fast and it would have gone faster if we weren't laughing to much. Niall read out every book's title and made a joke of it and I couldn't hold my laugh. Others around us were constantly glaring at us but we didn't care. I bring the book cart back to where the other book carts are while Niall get's the car.

"I hope everything is okay, Ms Hemmings." The head library, Mr James says. He seems kinda worried and concerned.

"I hope so too." I smile and hope that I don't look as confused as I am. I quicken my steps out of the library and wall off the campus. Niall stands in front of the car, with sunglasses on and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He smiles as I get closer.

"What did you tell him?" I ask as he holds me he car door open. I get in, he closes he door and runs to the other side. When Niall gets in and closes the door, I repeat my question.

"I just said that you have to leave earlier if possible because of something very, very, very, very, very important." He smirks and drives off.

"Five verys huh?" I laugh. "You're crazy." And I am crazy about you, my inner voice adds.

"Food is very important, you know." He smirks and takes his sunglasses off.

"True." I agree. Niall drives us to KFC first and then to McDonalds. We stay at the McDonalds car park and start to eat in his car.

"Why don't you do this with your girlfriend?" I randomly ask and takes few french fries into my mouth.

"She's not a big eater." He explains and I nearly choke. How can she not be a big eater? I remember quite well the time where every Niall girl ate more just because Niall likes girls that can eat as much as he can. I take a sip of my coke and clear my throat. When I look at him, he doesn't smile like he did moments ago. He stares at the steering wheel and slowly chews his cheeseburger.

"Ohh... Well, if you're hungry and you don't want to eat alone, you can always call me." I offer brightly grinning at him.

"I will." He laughs.