Life's Just One Long Weekend

Hi. I'm Cecilia. I'm 18 years old and I have a best friend named Alyssa. I just call her Lyss for short. She's a few months younger than me, but honestly? She's my rock. My boyfriend of a year and three months, Randy, just broke up with me and she's been there for me when I had no one else. We've been the Terrible Two since the diaper days. Lately, she's been talking NONSTOP about this new boy band One Direction, but when she talks about them I usually just tune her out. 'Cause once she starts, she can't stop. I personally have never seen or heard of those boys. Little did I know, they'd soon change my life forever.


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7. The Power Struggle

 

Cecilia's POV:

I woke up, with a start, to the sound of my ringtone. I moaned groggily and answered the phone, not bothering to open my eyes wide enough to see past the "slide to unlock" sign.

"Hello?"

"Mornin' sleeping beauty!" said a way too cheerful voice.

"It's too early to be that happy. Who's this?" I mumbled.

"It's Niall. Wake up and open the door for me."

"No."

"Then I'll have to break the glass to get in."

"As long as you're paying for a new one, be my guest." I hung up and threw my phone over to the other pillow, but I missed and it hit the floor with a soft thump. A few moments later, I heard glass break downstairs. I sighed and rolled over, pulling the covers over my head. I will not care. Nope. Not this time.

"At least he has the smarts to clean it up. I'll probably be mad when I have the energy to care." I mumbled to myself, listening to the soft sound of a broom sweeping the broken glass. It probably sounded more like: "At leess he has the s'mores to clean it up. I probly be mad when I have enerygy to care." But whatever. Still tired, don't care. I was already half asleep when I felt the side of my bed by my waist dip down. Still not caring. Then I felt him lay down and get under the covers. Do. Not. Care. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Must... not... care. He kissed the nap of my neck. Fuck.

I sighed and turned to face him.

"Wake up, darling." he whispered in his beautiful accent.

"I don't want to."

"But you have to."

"Why?"

"Because today, you're mine." I opened my eyes and looked him under the covers.

"What time is it?"

"5" he smirked. I sat up, throwing the covers off of both of us.

"IN THE MORNING?!" I screamed. He sat up with me, laughing.

"Why am I up so early?" I whined.

"I told you already. You're mine today." he responded matter-of-factly. I narrowed my eyes at him. This boy has nerve.

"I am NOT your property, Niall." I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, shut up and get ready. We have a long day ahead of us." He got up and looked at me with a sly smirk on his face.

"Or, we could spend all day here." he said in that bedroom voice that gave me chills, crawling back on the bed and leaning in for a kiss. At the last moment before our lips met, I cleared my throat and looked down at my hands. He paused for a second, but closed the space between us and lightly kissed my forehead.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked when he backed away.

"There's a fair going on today and I thought it would be fun to go." He said, walking over to my vanity and looking through my things. "You don't need this." He said, lifting up a handful of my eye shadow and make up brushes. I ignored that, 'cause I was too annoyed to take his compliment.

"That doesn't start until tonight, stupid. And I can't go out today. My little brother and sister are coming home from PR. I need to take care of them."

"We could take them. You're not getting out of this one. You're coming to the show tonight, too." He said, going through my closet and picking out an outfit for me. He took out a pair of denim shorts, a cheetah print cami and a pair of black and red Jordan's.

"And what about my brother and sister? I can't leave them here alone and I don't trust other peo-"

"Cecilia, please." He cut me off, with a single finger on my lips. "I've got it all under control. You're right. It's early, and I'm tired too. Get back to bed and I'll go pick up your siblings. Just call them and let them know." He kissed my cheek and lightly pushed me back down on the bed. He walked over to my side of the bed, picked up my iPhone and handed it to me. I did what he told me. I called my aunt and told her Niall would pick up Heaven and Gabriel.  

When I hung up, he took my phone from me and dialed a number. As I lay there, I listened to him call a window company to fix my window immediately. They'd be there in twenty minutes.  

"When will your brother and sister be here?" He asked, taking the covers off of me and laying next to me.  

"At 3." I whispered.  

"Okay then. Go to sleep, I'll order breakfast at 9." He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me on top of him. I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. What is going on? Why is he being so nice to me? Actually, no. Why's he telling me what to do? "Wake up. Open the door. Get dressed." Where did this dominant side of him come from? That frustrates me beyond belief. But honestly, I like it. After thinking along those lines for a few more minutes, I finally fell asleep.

Niall's P.O.V:

Her light snoring was the only sound I could hear. Her warmth filled me. What is going on? I thought I decided that we would be friends. Why is it that I couldn't sleep at all last night because she was on my mind? I looked down at her as her head nuzzled against my chest and her arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders.  

If I stood still, I could feel her heart beat lightly against my chest. I focused on that, and instantly feel asleep.  

I dreamt that I was in a garden. The fuck am I doing in a garden? Anyway, I'm in this garden and it was night time. There were little lights hidden in the flowers all around. It was really romantic looking. The kind of romantic that made your stomach churn if you didn't like someone. There's an old oak tree, this one has no lights, no decorations, nothing. Just a regular tree.  

One of its roots was protruding out of the ground. A woman in a white flowing dress sat on that root with her back to me. The image of her and the tree was the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen. As if I couldn't control my body, I walked over to the woman and kneeled in front of her. Her brunette hair hung over her right shoulder and covered her face. Light sniffles came from her face and her hand went through her hair, to her face. She was crying.  

 

My hand made its way to the hair that covered her face and moved it over her shoulder. It was Cecilia. She looked at me with such sad eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but I couldn't hear her. I felt like she was telling me why she was crying, but no sound came from her mouth. I knit my eyebrows together and looked at her lips, trying to read them, but I couldn't make out what she was saying.  

Then a twig snapped in the distance and her head snapped over to look in its direction. I looked too, to see what she was looking for. I couldn't see anything, so I looked back at her. But she was gone. No where to be found. I stood up and looked around frantically for her, but I was alone.  

Then there was this unbearable pain in my chest. Like Cecilia had ripped my heart from my chest and took it with her. I needed her to come back to me. I knew somehow that I needed her so that I could feel whole again. I looked over again and saw her lying in the centre of the garden, next to a small pond. I could've sworn I saw someone from the corner of my eye, but when I looked no one was there.  

I ran over to her, picked up the top half of her body and laid it on my lap. I tried to wake her up, I shook her and screamed her name, tears streaming down my face. But nothing happened. I put my hand over her rosy cheek and she felt so cold. And that's when I knew. She was dead.  

"Niall! Niall wake up!" Cecilia said, shaking me awake. I was panting and sweating. I looked into her brown eyes and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. So much for being friends.  

"You were having a bad dream.. Are you alright?" She asked with concern in her voice.  

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm cool." 

"Wanna talk about it?"  

"Nah, just go back to sleep." 

She lay down and pulled the covers up to her neck. I scooted closer to her and, hesitantly, wrapped an arm around her. She didn't move at first, but then she seemed to relax and got comfortable. Her foot was running against the bed and my leg, which I'd put over one of hers, rhythmically. It was quite soothing, actually. And soon, she was softly snoring again. I had drifted off to sleep.

Cecilia's P.O.V  

The sun hit my face and it woke me up. I felt an absence of heat from behind me, and when I turned over, Niall wasn't in bed. His shoes were in the same spot, so I figured he was around.  

I sighed and was taken aback by the heavenly smell of breakfast. He was cooking? I got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen. I opened the kitchen door and leaned against the wall. Niall had his headphones on and was jamming out to music while he was chopping peppers. He did a little butt shake and I couldn't suppress a giggle.  

He hasn't heard me and continued on cooking and dancing. Pancakes and omelets. How sweet was that? He walked over to the refrigerator to get some butter and did (or tried to do) that boy band turn. You know, where they cross their legs, then turn? 

He turned and saw me and just stood there staring at me with the "Busted!" face on. Priceless. I began to applaud him and he laughed.  

"It smells amazing." I said as I propped myself onto the granite island.  

"I got hungry." He responded, putting butter on a pancake. I looked around on the stove. There were two pancakes on a plate (including the one he just made) and an omelet in the making. He turned off the stove but left the part where the omelet was cooking on.  

He took the plate with pancakes, put syrup on it, and started to eat them. Wait a minute.  

"You just cooked for yourself?" I asked, incredulous to what I was seeing.  

"Yeah." He said with a mouthful of pancake. The nerve of this boy! This is MY house! He can't just walk in here, eat my food, and not even bother to offer to make some for me! I was furious. 

I hopped down from the island, ran upstairs, and got his shoes and anything of his that he left up in my room. I ran back down, dropped all his stuff at his feet, and took the plate from him. He just stared at me.  

"What?" He asked, swallowing his food.  

"Out!"  

"What?!" He repeated in disbelief.  

"OUT!"  

"No! What did I do?!" 

"Well, let's see. 1. You invite yourself over to MY house at ungodly hours of the morning. 2. You BREAK MY WINDOW! 3. You treat me like I'm your property! Like I live to fucking SERVE you! And 4. You cook MY food in MY kitchen that's in MY house and you don't even think about offering me?! How disrespectful is that?!" 

"I just wanted to spend some time with you! Sorry if thats a crime! I paid to get that window fixed! And it is! And I do NOT treat you like you're my property! You're over reacting! And you want me to cook for you? Fine, I will!" He began to walk over to the fridge again, but I grabbed his arm.  

"No! Get. Out!" 

"Fine," he gathered his things and walked over to the door "I'll see you later."  

"No you won't."  

"What?.." He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me with something in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with anger. He turned around and walked out without another word.  

I sighed and went back into the kitchen, closing the wooden door behind me. I turned off the omelet, which had burned, because of our argument, and threw it away. I leaned on the counter top on both my hands and dropped my head. Had I really over reacted?  

Just then, I heard the kitchen door open. I turned around in shock and Niall's lips crashed down to mine, both hands firmly yet gently cupping my face. I wanted to protest, but the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. 

Despite that, I had to keep my word. Friends. So I didn't kiss back, as much as I wanted to. I softly placed both hands on his chest and slightly pushed him back. When our lips separated, I quickly looked down at my feet.  

"Niall, we can't." He tilted my chin up to face him, and he looked so sad. I just wanted to forget this whole "friends" business and kiss him right there.  

"Why not?" 

"Because. We don't know the first thing about each other. I don't want this just to be a physical thing. How do you know you like me? How could you possibly know?!" 

"I just know, okay? I... It's this feeling I get. I really like being with you. It isn't just physical. I like just being with you." He leaned in to kiss me again. I almost left him but...  

"That's it? 'It's just a feeling'? There has to be more to it than that."  

"You know, most girls would kill to be in your shoes. I know you like me, so just shut up and kiss me already." 

"Ugh! You're so vain!"  

"Me?! Vain?!" 

"Yes you! 'Oh look at me. I'm Niall Horan from One Direction. I'm in the biggest boy band world wide. I'm so hot. Every girl wants me. Blah blah blahblahblah!' Get over yourself. I am not like other girls. I have standards and I'm sorry, but I cannot date a womanizing macho asshole."  

"Fine!" He turned to walk away from me. I followed him out of the kitchen.  

"Fine!" I yelled, slightly louder than he did. He will not one up me in my own house. He seemed to feel the same way I did.  

"Fine!" He yelled louder, opening the door and striding across my lawn to his car. 

"Fine!" I screamed, and slammed my front door behind him. I didn't want to allow him to get louder than me. But the moment the ringing in my ears from the slam subsided, the quietness of the house was starting to get loud. Maybe I did over react. I mean, I was sleeping an he must've been hungry. And maybe I liked his slight possessiveness. Maybe I felt a little safe.  

I opened the door, to try and stop him from driving away and apologize, but there was a slight problem.  

He was gone.

 

 

I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in a while. Believe it or not, I'm in college and I got a little busy with my work. But I knew I should update so here it is. :)  

Ohhh man, it got heated in this one. What side are you on? #TeamNiall or #TeamCeci ?

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