The Angel And The Red Head (Niall Horan Love Story)

Amelia Pearson is your typical seventeen year old beauty. Yea, she's popular, but does she like that... no. But will a certain fallen Angel change her average life... Will Niall let her uncover secrets she didn't know about herself?

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7. Sleepover

A crack and a strike of lightning sounded, followed by a downpour of rain. Me and Niall were still splashing around like fools in the water.

"C'mon." He said gesturing me over to him. I nodded and swam over to him, then we both went back to shore. I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shivering body. 

"Y-You'll get sick." My teeth chattered with every word. He shook his head and took my hand, we ran up the pebble walk way to get into the lake house. When we got inside Chris was talking to the front desk lady.

"Stay behind me." Niall said practically pushing me behind him. What the hell is with his mood swings? I stood silently behind him, shivering with water still dripping off me.

"Horan." Chris hissed as he walked up to him. He must have not noticed me.

"Ashwood." Niall spat. They glared at each other shortly before Chris broke off and fled the front doors.

"What was that about?" I remark. He ignores me and takes my hand, leading me to the left stair case.

"Woah woah woah. I need to go there." I said stopping in my tracks, pointing to the other stairs. He looked at me with a smile before continuing to lead me up the left stair case. For some reason I didn't do anything to stop him, even though I should have. He still could be dangerous yet I'm spending time with him.

When we reached the top he went into a room, leaving me standing in the hallway.

"You can borrow some of my clothes." He said coming out with some basketball shorts and a tank top in hand.

"Do you have a belt?" I asked, because I was sure his pants were going to be large on me. He nodded and went back in his room, exiting with a brown leather belt.

"The bathroom is down the hall, last door on the right." I nodded and thanked him before heading to the bathroom. I made sure that the door was locked and shut tightly before stripping off my bathing suit, and putting on the clothes.

Surprisingly Niall was waiting in the hall for me. He also put on dry clothes, but left his hair messy and wet.

"You look cute in my clothes." He remarked with his signature smirk.

"Thanks?" I said, my cheeks were probably a bright red."So, why exactly am I up here?"

He sighed."Just because." My frowned, he's so secretive and it annoys me.

"Well I should get back my mom is probably worried." He stopped me from walking any further down the hall.

"I'll ask your mom if you can sleep over." Nuh uh, yea he might not be as dangerous as I thought but still I barely know him, I'm not sleeping here.

"No it's fine." I say serious.

"You don't have a choice. You are going to sleep over." He said a little harsh.

"Why do you act like you own me? Seriously, I've barely known you two days." He sighed at my words.

"I am only protecting you." He said.

"From who?" Than did I notice his eyes. They weren't their normal bright blue color. They were silver mixed with a little orange. What the heck that is not normal. He must've realized I noticed his eyes and shut them tight before responding with

"Just from someone. Please stop asking questions." He practically pleaded.

"But why a-are your eyes that color?" He didn't respond but opened his eyes to reveal the normal blue color.

"What do you mean?" He asked, laughing nervously.

"Whatever." I mumbled."I'll ask my mom if I can stay here tonight too." He smiled and nodded.

"But I have a couple rules." I remarked putting my hand up.

"And those are?" He chuckled.

"We sleep in separate beds, and different rooms. Also no snoring." He smirked.

"There is only one bed."

"Fine." I huffed."Wait where's my phone?" He reached in his back pocket and pulled out my iPhone that had its sparkly green case.

I shot him a glare before snatching it from his hand. I dialed my mom and it rang four times before she picked up.

"Amelia Jayne Pearson where are you young lady?" My mom's protective voice sounded through the phone. I sighed.

"Can I sleep over at a friend's house. They've rented the other half of the lake house."

"Who are they? Boy or girl?" 

"Um, Niall. Boy." I hesitated the last word.

"Fine. But if you don't come and see us in the morning for breakfast don't expect this to happen again." With those final words she hung up.

"She said yes." I huff. I examined his eyes but they were still the blue color,  not silvery orange color.

"Looking at something?" He said sarcastically with a smirk on his features.

"Your eyes, they weren't normal before. Why?" I was actually very curious to why they were like that.

"Reasons." He spat. Again with the mood swings."Sorry." He mumbled. I shrugged and looked around, not quite knowing what to do.

"Wanna watch a movie?" His question surprised me. I nodded slowly and he took my hand leading me into the room he came out of. This had to be his room,  there was a king size bed with black and white striped designs, grey pillows. There was a simple lighting fixture on the ceiling. Did I mention there was a freaking flat screen with DVD player and about every game console too?

"Avatar?" He asked opening a cabinet to reveal a large selection of films.

"How did you know that was my favorite." I asked flopping on the bed. He smiled, yes smiled not smirked, and proceeded to put the movie in. He walked over and layed on the bed next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, but I let him keep it there.

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"I'm tired." I yawned as the end credits rolled down the TV screen. He chuckled and stood up from the bed to cover me with the blanket. Than he layed down on the floor.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"You said you wanted to sleep alone, so if that makes you more comfortable-"

"Niall get up here." I cut him off.

He was surprised at first but got up from the floor and lifted up the blanket, crawling in bed beside me. 

I've known this boy about a day and we're sleeping in the same bed. Well.. maybe he isn't terrible.

 

 

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