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Louis eventually gave me back my knickers..to my relief. That was embarrassing.
"That was almost as bad as the indecent exposure you got suspended for back when you were at school," Niall commented, grinning.
"What?" I asked incredulously. Louis ran his fingers through his windswept hair."He was naked..in public?"
"Aye," Niall replied, placing an arm around my shoulders.
"Well, you're one to talk,Niall," Lou retorted. "And it was just my bum."
I raised my eyebrows at Niall."You mean you..?"
"No," he answered quickly, shaking his head. "I got suspended for stealing. And my big mouth didn't help with getting me out of trouble.''
"No shit, Sherlock," I muttered with heavy sarcasm, using a Californian slang I'd come across while surfing the Internet. (thanks to Jazmine;D)
"Never mind," I replied to Harry. "Well, I'm going to go talk to my...father," I said slowly, my mind still whizzing from the recent discovery. "You boys just...don't take any more of my clothes," I warned them. "Harry, wipe that smug grin off your face. Leeyum, you're in charge."
"Sure,babe," Liam chirped,winking.
"Zayn," I called, the tanned Bradford boy looking at me. "Make sure Harry doesn't expose him 'indecently' here," I told him. I knew how much Harry liked being naked. Just not in MY room. Who knows where'd he sit on without clothes on. I cringed at the thought.
"Ugh," Zayn groaned. "Why me?" he whined, being his usual lazy self. Among us, Zayn was the laziest,100 %. Liam agreed.
"Because you're the prettiest," I teased,making Zayn grin.
"Thank you," he said in a Pakistani accent. "That's very nice of you."
I closed the door behind me as I walked out, looking out for Smith. I had a few questions for him that I needed answers to. It still felt weird to call him 'Smith' , much less find my father,who I'd just met earlier today, sitting on the sofa.
"Hi," I greeted, playing with the sleeve of the jumper that Niall had lent me. I liked using his clothes-they smelt of his cologne and hence,reminded me of him.
"Oh hey," he said, standing up. My father is a gentleman. I slowly made my way to sit beside him. As I took a seat on the sofa, I put one of my legs up and rested my chin on my knee, playing with my toes.
"So...how's London?" I say,asking a completely irrelevant question,as he took a seat.
"It's really nice. It's much cooler here than it was in Iraq," he informs me. As the sun sets, the last remaining streaks of sunlight hit his arms and face, emphasising the intricate features of his face. I realise that he seems much more familiar to me now.
"What was Iraq like?" I ask,extremely curious.
"It was...it's hard to explain. When you're there, your mind is working twenty four seven. Any one of those civilians out there, woman or child, could be a hostile, someone under the Taliban. And if we're not careful, our comrades, friends, could be killed. Or we could get killed ourselves. I've seen enough death out there to last a lifetime," he says, his mouth in a tight line.
"What happened?" I asked again, pointing to the long scar on his forearm. The skin had healed but it was shiny, like the skin that healed over my stab wound. Absentmindedly, my finger trailed to my abdomen, to where the scar was.
"Oh. It was a bullet. It burned my skin but didn't pierce through anything," he replies.
There was a momentary silence as we just enjoyed each other's company. But it was a comfortable silence.
"Did you know about me?"
He looked at me in the eyes. "No. But I'm glad I've finally met you."
I smiled at him back at him as he smiled at me.
"When I got back from Iraq, I tried calling her,you know. Your mom. But she never picked up. If I had known about you sooner..."
Sullivan wouldn't have had the chance to do all those things to me,I answered mentally.
"It's fine," I told him, as he tried to apologise. "But..did you...did you love her?"
He looked away, staring out of the full-length window that gave us a direct view of the horizon. That was one of the advantages of living in Niall's flat-besides having Niall live here too,of course.
"I did. But time passed. I met my wife and...that was it."
I nodded. "Your family sounds wonderful.''
"Yeah. Especially since now you're here too," he said, gently resting his hand on mine."Would you like to come live with us? In Florida?"
I blinked a few times. "I...thank you," I began. "But my family is here," I told him. "And I can't just leave them."
"I understand. But if you ever want to visit, just don't hesitate to call. And that fella of yours seems like a good man."
"Sure. And he is," I agreed. "Are you leaving?"
"No, not yet. I'm just gonna let you guys rest. I'll be going back to my hotel now," he informed me, getting up from his seat.
"It's alright if you'd like to stay here. It's a bit messy and may be a tad crowded but, your welcome to stay here if you'd like," I offered. I'm sure Niall wouldn't mind.
"Thank you for the kind gesture but I left my luggage back at the hotel and I wouldn't want to impose. I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
"Okay," I replied. He leaned in and gave a big hug, as well as a gentle kiss on my cheek. I was stunned at first but I gradually relaxed into his hug.
"Goodnight," I said to him, as he walked out the door. I slowly sauntered back to my room, grabbing a bar of chocolate from the fridge on the way.
"Uh oh," Louis sung.
"Is it that time of the month again?" Zayn teased.
"Shut up," I growled.
"I think that's our cue to leave," Liam said."Come on, mates, it's time to leave."
"Goodnight, Jamie," they said as they left. Lou was the only one who called me 'Jelly'.
"Goodnight," I replied, setting the chocolate aside. Niall picked it up and finished it off for me as I went into the bathroom to change into my night clothes and brush my teeth. It had been an eventful day and I was wrecked!
"Thank you," I murmured to Niall as I plopped down on the bed beside him.
He pressed his lips to mine. "Goodnight,love. Sweet dreams."
"You too. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Are you going to sleep with me on my bed every night from now on?"
"Yeah. Do you want to come sleep in my bed?" Niall offered. I could hear the smile in his voice.
"No," I mumbled sleepily. "Your room's is too filthy. But I don't mind if you want to sleep here," I said. His hand wrapped around my waist,pulling me closer to him. I think this position was called 'spooning'. Nevertheless, I rested my arm on his, falling asleep to Niall humming 'Little Things'.
I was already awake but I just didn't want to open my eyes just yet. I rolled around on the bed, realising Niall wasn't where he should be.
"Niall?" I called,confused. I got up and got out of my room, checking the other rooms and toilets, but Niall was nowhere to be seen. But then I heard a commotion outside so I peered through window near the door to see all five boys standing right outside,blocking my view.
"What on earth?"
Curious, I pulled the door open.
"Wha-" I barely managed to ask what was going on before Harry threw me over his shoulder and took me out of the warm confines of the flat. Niall and the rest were right behind us and it was hard to say anything while Harry was bouncing me up and down. But he finally came to a stop and placed my on my feet. NIall rushed behind me and closed my eyes with his hands. I could hear muffled whispers and voices of people I didn't recognise, along with Louis and Zayn's repeated shushing.
"What's happening?" I asked,breathlessly.
Niall removed his hands from my eyes,allowing me to regain my sight back.
"Surprise!" they all shouted. "Happy Birthday!"
My eyes widened as I saw Niall, Harry and his new girlfriend, Taylor Swift,Louis and Eleanor,Liam,Zayn with a stunning lady with short and purple coloured hair on his arm as well as James,Smith, Aunt Gertrude and my two sisters, Darcy and Quinn. They all came up to me and hugged me, the boys kissing my cheek(except Niall who kissed my lips too), wishing me a Happy Birthday.
"But my birthday weeks ago," I said,laughing.
"Yeah,we know. We just didn't have the time to celebrate it. Until today," Liam said, smiling. "We always celebrate birthdays a few weeks..or months late."
"Oh," I replied, as the purple-haired girl came over to me and hugged me.
"Hi," she greeted in a very different accent than any of the boys or mine. She leaned in to hug me. "I'm Perrie. I'm-"
"Zayn's girlfriend. It's nice to finally meet you," I greeted her, returning her hug. I was right, she really IS nice. She laughs and returns back to Zayn's side, where Zayn pecks her lips. "Happy Birthday," she wishes.
"Thanks," I reply.
"Happy Birthday!" Eleanor screams, just like Louis did. She runs to hug me and I laugh at how similar she is to Louis. A perfect match.
"Do I know you?" I joked. She pouted, blinking her long eyelashes."Thanks," I replied anyway.
Then,Smith came up and hugged me. "I'm sorry, I didn't know your birthday was-"
"It's fine," I said,interrupting yet another apology he was trying to make.,
"At least you're here," I said, smiling.
He smiled too. "I uh..got this for you. It's not expensive but-"
"I love it. Thank you," I told him, kissing his cheek. I took the box from his hand and smiled at him. As he moved to the side, I realised what the BOYS had gotten ME for MY birthday. They'd gone and gotten themselves a private jet that cost millions. And for me...
"Is that a 67' Chevy Impala?!"