" 'You don't need to do that for me.' I thought. 'How did I deserve that? You don't know me.' "

"Harry," I turn my head up at Niall. He turns his head away from his window to look at me and reaches a handout for me to take. I stand up from his desk with the book and take his hand in mine. He pulls me onto his bed, and I bend my knees so I can crawl closer and lean over so I can see out the window. "Look," He points to the house across the street, where a couples baby is trying to stand herself up. "The baby?" I ask. "Niall nods. "Watch, watch. . ." Niall forces me closer to the window. The mother notices her daughter and smacks the dads shoulder. Nialls face, it looks like he's watching his own baby take their first steps.

We could hear the parents cheerng as the toddler begins to walk on her own. She only walked four steps before she falls on her bum, but even though she fell, the Mum and Dad cheer as if she's won a Grammy.

"Why are we watching someone else's special moment?" I ask, looking down at him. His smile isn't forced, that is clear, and his eyes are glossy with joy. "Becayse its beautiful." He whispers "That'll be me some time. I'll have a daughter, or a son, hopefully a daughter, with my significant other." In my head, I think 'hopefully that will be me.'. I bend down and kiss his cheek, and he takes my arm, wraps it around himself and intertwines our fingers again. I throw my legs out from under my so I lay down on my side and I rest my chin on his shoulder. "What would you name your baby if you had one? When you have one?"

"Boy or Girl?"

"Both."

"Jamie and Arden."

"Is the name Jamie unisex?"

"Yeah."

"I would name mine after my husband, and the firl after the american sports channel."

"What's that?"

"ESPN."

I laugh over Nialls voce saying he's kidding. "I would name her after the princess that died in a traffic collision. She was a public figure, y'know." Niall turns his head to look at me. "Princess Diana?" He nods his head/ "That's a good name." I say. "I agree."

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask. Niall furrows his eyebrows and looks at me for a split second. "Yeah. I'm fine." I say. "Generally, you're okay?" He shrugs and looks out the window . "They went inside." he mumbles. "Um, I . . . I have another question."

"Okay."

"In the song, one of the lyrics is 'I'm so in love', do you know that I meant that towards you?" Turning around fully, moving his tubes around to do so, he says, "Yes." I say, "Okay, good. I just wanted to know how you felt about that, becayse i do. Love you, I mean. At least I think I do." Niall presses his lips together and blinks really slow: probably because he's wiped out from the drugs. "I feel, like I kind of really like you a lot, too." Disappointment was the first thing I felt, but then I saw how tired and happy he looked, and realized that he likes me, and it may not be the word I was hoping for, it's pretty damn close and I am pretty damn lucky.

"Have we kissed yet?" Niall asks. "I don't know." I say. "Do you want to?" I look at him with questionable eyes. "Really?"

"Really."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Niall leans in first, and though it was the  lightest, softest, most gentle kiss I've ever had, It's the best kiss I've ever experienced. "Will you keep reading?" I barely hear Niall whisper. I grab the book from behind me and open the page I left off at.

" 'You don't need to know someone to care about them.' She says. I disagree, and declare that, that is bullshit."