"Finally!" my aunt said, clearly annoyed. And then she went off about me not being responsible and procrastinating and how important it was for me to get my arse over to wherever it is she told I needed to go to.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! And no, you don't need to come over here," I told her, holding back a sneeze. But then I couldn't hold it in any longer so I sneezed into the back of my hand.
"Excuse me," I muttered to myself. I blew my nose into a tissue. Not being able to smell irks me. And I think I'm coming down with a fever.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. "We can't put it off any longer,you know."
I was feeling horrible and all this fuss was making me even more cheesed off. "I'll be there,alright?" I told her,feeling another sneeze coming on. We exchanged our goodbyes and she finally hung up. I tossed my phone aside and plooped back down, my head spinning. Justthen, the door opens and Niall comes ealking in, a cup of hot tea in hand.
"Oh,thank you!" I exclaimed gratefully as he handed me the cup. The heat radiating through the porcelain cup into my palms was strangely comforting, although it was probably burning my skin.
"Don't thank me, thank Harry. He made the tea for you and added some honey. He said it'll help for the sore throat."
"But I don't have a..oh wait, there it is," I muttered, feeling the pain in my throat. "He didn't add anything else in here,did he?" I asked cautiously. Niall chuckled. I drank it anyway, unable to taste the tea. But it did make me feel better. ''So what was that all about?'' he asked curiously. ''My mum's will,'' I replied mechanically. ''Why do you dread it so much?'' ''Because...I don't-'' He raises his eyebrows at me. He's heard that answer more than once. ''Fine,'' I groan. I turn to my side, my back facing him. ''Because it just makes it more real...that...that...she's really gone,'' I whisper, a tear running down. I feel his hand rubbing my back soothingly as the other plays with my hair. I shift into a more comfortable position such that my head is resting on his chest and I'm playing with his fingers,thinking. ''You don't have to go if you don't want to,you know. I think you have a fever anyway,'' he says,pressing his palm to my forehead. Meanwhile, he reaches out to grab a back of nuts he left on the table and pops a few in his mouth. Niall is always hungry. I groaned again. ''I'll just get another earful from my Auntie. And I promised her. I like to keep my promises,thank you very much,'' I told him, looking up into his eyes. ''Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do,'' I sighed, a wave of exhaustion washing over me suddenly. ''Do you want to go get some Nando's?'' he offered, bending down to kiss my warm forehead. I shook my head,my eyes drooping shut. ''I already ate. Besides, I wouldn't be able to taste anything. I bought you two Meatball marinaras. They're outside, on the kitchen table. They might be a tad soggy...''I trailed off, too tired to talk anymore. ''Why are they soggy?''Niall asked,confused. But I had already dozed off. NEXT MORNING The vigorous vibrations were like a rude awakening. I forced my eyes open. What time is it? The blankets were up to my chin and I realised Niall was beside me, half-naked. He was looking more beefed up lately. The bed was nice and warm and having a half-naked Niall in it made it that much harder to get up. I wanted to kiss him on the lips, as thanks for staying here with me the whole night, keeping me company but he was sound asleep so I kissed him lightly on the cheek. I felt much better today. The sore throat was almost gone. I just had a runny nose. I sat up and stretched,yawning. I pushed the covers off my legs and stood up. I took my towel and headed into the bathroom to take a long, cool,refreshing shower. Maybe it'd help keep the fever away. I decided to shave too, so it took a little longer than expected. When I was done, I dried my hair, satisfied that it smelt like strawberries and walked out, my towel wrapped around me. I took a pair of undergarments out of the cupboard and slipped them on quietly,careful not to wake Niall up. We would'nt want him seeing me naked, would we? I had already worn my bra and panties when I realised I had to let go of my towel to slip on a shirt and a pair of jeans. So, I chucked my towel aside and turned around,my back facing Niall who was still sound asleep. I was struggling with the jeans,which I had stupidly decided to put on first. My wet skin made the fabric stick to it,making it difficult for me to slip my legs in. ''Bloody-'' ''Need some help with that?'' I heard Niall offer,making me jump. I clutched my pair of jeans-that barely covered my relatively naked body-and pressed my back against the wall. He was still half-naked and he was standing right in front of me. How'd he get here so quietly? ''I'm fine, thanks,'' I replied pathetically, biting my lip and trying my best not to look at his naked upper body. ''That look suits you,'' he complimented, grinning boyishly. I rolled my eyes. But he walks closer and rests his hand on the wall, right above my head,leaning in. ''What are you doing?'' I asked suspiciously. He traces my arm with his other hand and it makes my skin tingle. He tugs my jeans away and smiles at me. ''You're beautiful,'' he murmurs, his lips inches away from mine. Of course he'd say that. I'm almost naked. Instinctively, I rolled my eyes. Maybe turning nineteen made boys hornier. ''You don't believe me,do you?'' he asked cheekishly, kissing my jawline. ''Well...'' he murmured, as his lips met mine. He kissed me slowly, letting me take my time. I think I'd gotten better at kissing over these few months. I hope. I kissed him back of course, unable to resist his Irish charm. Honestly, who could? Unable to stop myself, I tangled my fingers into his messy hair as his hand found its way to my waist. The bare skin contact was unsettling at first but I quickly got used to it. He traced my lower lip with his tongue and my lips parted in shock. He hadn't done that befofe. Nevertheless, he took the opportunity to slip his warm tongue in. Our lips moved in sync, and we seemed to melt endlessly together. Our kiss grew more passionate, harder, as he pushed me against the wall and hitched my legs around his hips. For a little leprechaun, he sure was strong. I pulled away, breathless and dizzy but he continued showering me with kisses on my chest and moved up to my neck. ''I left your clothes in the toilet,'' I whispered, unable to think clearly. My breathing was ragged since my mind was preoccupied. ''Mmhm,'' he acknowledged as he hungrily kissed my jawline. ''I could...get them..if you want,'' I offered,mumbling. He groaned and carried me over to the bed. He placed me gently on it and continued kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck,my legs still around his hip as his body pressed upon mine. If we didn't stop soon, we'd end up doing you-know-what earlier than I wanted to. But right now, all I wanted was him. Was that so bad? ''What if...'' I mumbled,biting my lip. ''Yeah?'' he murmured, caressing my neck. ''What if we did it...before marriage?'' I said softly. He stopped kissing my neck and looked into my eyes, his eyes burning with passion. I smiled up at him shyly, biting my lip. He crashed his lips to mine again, without an answer and I happily kissed him back with the same intensity. I flipped him over so that I was on top of him and rested my hands on his chest. Then, we heard a gasp from the door. As a reflex reaction, I rolled off Niall and onto the floor, with a loud bang. It hurt but I was too embarassed to complain. I popped my head up to see who it was. ''That...was...hot,'' Harry, the intruder, said appreciatively. He was looking at me differently now. Oh great. ''Get out, you cunt!'' Niall yelled,throwing a pillow in his direction. But Harry managed to close the door he'd opened in time. I laid on the ground and Niall's head popped from the side of the bed to look at me. I'd pulled the covers to hide my body and he actually looked disappointed. I smirked at him. Thank God I was still in my undergarments or it could have gotten a lot worse with Harry. ''Do you want to...continue?'' Niall hopefully. I laughed and covered my forehead with my hand. ''I have to get ready for the meeting about my mum's will,'' I replied. Niall let his head fall. ''Maybe next time, Nialler,'' I winked. ''Good enough for me,'' he said,being his usual happy self. ''Alright. Well, can you get out now, please?'' I pleaded, shooing him out,trying not to laugh at his reaction. When he was out, I closed the door and locked it,ensuring no one could catch me putting on my clothes. Where's the privacy around here?