(DOUBLE DIGITS. Thank you to the very dedicated fans I have:) you guys are the best and you read every single chapter and make me type like crazy to get a new chapter out! I love it!)
Niall sighed, “I know, Addie. Go to sleep.”
I rubbed my eyes open, “No, wait…” I sat up and hugged Niall who was sitting beside me on the bed.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap as he sat against the wall.
This time I made the first move, I leaned my head forward and kissed him full on the lips. He kissed back sweetly. His hands grabbed under my chin as he tried bringing me closer. I’m not sure how much closer we could get. There was literally no room between us at all.
My hands played with his messy blonde locks. We parted for a second to breathe. He looked at me hungirly and reattached his lips to mine. Wait a minute…wasn’t he angry with me?
I pulled back from him, “Niall…”
He sighed, “Addie?”
“Aren’t you angry with me?” I asked, quietly.
He ran his hand through his hair, “Louis explained to me it was a joke. He picked me up from the airport this afternoon and told me about Caroline and Harry.”
Oh, that’s where Louis went. “So you aren’t mad at Zayn and me?”
He shook his head, “I couldn’t be mad at you for that long, Addie.”
I smiled, “Thank God.”
“Why don’t you go to sleep? You look very tired.”
I looked at myself in Niall’s mirror. My hair was tangled in its usual curls. Under my eyes there were slight bags. I made a face at myself, Niall chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I think you look beautiful.” He whispered, huskily in my ear.
My ear was tickled by his breath, “No, you’re the beautiful one.” I told him.
“Okay, now you’re delirious. Head off to bed and we can talk tomorrow, alright?”
I nodded and he readjusted the sheets over top of me and I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
“Aw, look how adorable they are. We should really take a picture for blackmail…” Louis whispered over top of me.
“How cute. I think we should too.” Liam said and I heard the iPhone click signifying the picture had been taken.
Niall and I groaned in unison. I flipped over to see Liam and Louis laughing at us.
I sat up and yelled, “Get ou—“
Niall’s hand smacked over my mouth and he hit my head down to the pillow. “Shh, I’m still tired.”
Louis and Liam left the room, talking about blackmail.
“Still tired?” I asked.
He mumbled a yes. “Well, I want to spend the day with you because I haven’t seen you all week and I’ve barely talked to you. So, we’re going out today. Get some clothes on; we’re leaving in 30 minutes.”
“Alright…but where are we going?” He asked, sitting up.
“I’m not sure…”
“What an adventure this will be.” He yawned and stretched.
“Indeed it will.” I kissed his nose and ran out of his room and down to mine.
Harry was still sleeping. I ran over to my dresser and pulled on a gold sequenced, high-waisted skirt and a white camisole. I threw on a pair of white toms wedges and tweaked my curls around until they looked perfectly curled.
I glanced at my clock, I still had twenty minutes. I put on my regular make-up, which looked rather natural.
I went to the loo to brush my teeth and then Niall met me downstairs.
He looked nice in a pair of tan shorts and a navy Jack Wills shirt. His hair had been gelled, I love when he gelled it. “Ready?” He asked me whilst grabbing my hand.
I nodded and we left shortly thereafter.
He took me to a store that was noted for their heels, knowing I’d like a pair. I pretended none caught my eye because I knew he would buy them for me.
It was really nice spending the day unnoticed. I mean sure, a few people asked for pictures with him and sometimes me but other than that it wasn’t bad.
We stopped for lunch at a cute little place in the heart of London. I was eating some chips with him. It was the perfect time to ask about the beach.
“Niall, I have a question.” I said, looking at him.
He gulped down another chip, “What’s your question?”
“Next week I know that the boys are off and a few of my friends asked me to head down to the beach with them. They told me to bring someone so I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”
He popped another chip in his mouth whilst asking, “What do we tell Harry? I mean he’s not a big fan of you having a…me.”
A..me? A boyfriend? What relationship do we even have… “Yeah, but he promised me that he’s going to be less protective. This should get him started.”
“I’d love to go to the beach with you! That sounds fun. Meeting your friends and seeing where you come from.”
Niall meeting Jaime and Ember…Oh my gosh. This was going to be rich!
“My friends are big One Direction fans. Don’t be freaked out if they want to take a million pictures with you.”
He winked, “I’m used to taking a million pictures with girls.”
I hit his arm, “Take one with me!”
He leaned over the table and snapped a cute one of us smiling.
“This is my new twitter icon.” He said whilst changing it on his phone.
“You just wish you were me, that’s why you changed it.” I said, sipping my soda.
“No, I just wish I had you.” He mumbled under his breath. I heard him say it as he looked at the table.
I don’t think Niall was ever going to officially ask if I’d be his girlfriend. I mean it’s nice being with him and doing things with him but I wish we were more than just some best mates, or whatever label we were. I think I’d have a better chance with Zayn sometimes. Not that I feel for him it’s just that he’s not as shy as Niall.
Niall and I got ice cream later on and he did end up buying me a really nice emerald green cardigan that would look nice with this tight cheetah print mini I had. When I told him about the outfit he said I’d have to wear that at the beach.
We went to the cinema and caught a film. It was pretty good…from what I heard. I was too busy to watch.
After several love bites on my neck I had to go to the nearest store to buy an overly sized scarf to hide them.
Niall and I were walking home, hand in hand, “I don’t like that scarf.” Niall stated, looking at the bland grey scarf again.
“What would you prefer: Harry seeing them and killing you or an ugly scarf?”
He chuckled, “I don’t really feel like dying. But that scarf is disgustin’.”
“Well then the scarf it is.” I said as we walked up to our building.
“One more kiss before we go in?” He whined like a two year old.
I rolled my eyes, “You’re so silly, Nialler.” He gave me a little peck on the lips and we walked into our flat.
Caroline and Harry were full-on snogging on the couch. Ew, she’s twice his age. That’s like a mother and a son…this is illegal.
Harry didn’t seem to notice Niall and I as we walked past them upstairs.
Louis and Liam were sitting in the hall talking.
“Oi, Addie! I don’t remember that scarf when you walked out. Do you Liam?”
Liam shook his head, “As a matter of fact, I don’t. Seems to be strategically placed, don’t you say mate?”
Niall took my hand as he rolled his eyes. “Goodnight boys!” He called.
Louis pulled my scarf off. Liam and Louis laughed so hard they were shaking the floor. “Niall and Addie, what on earth were you doing today?” Liam roared.
Zayn jumped down to the floor we were on, “What’s so funny?”
Louis pointed to my neck and Zayn joined them in laughing.
Niall and I laughed too. It was pretty funny. Finally everyone calmed down and we sat and talked for a while until Caroline left. I had to quickly wrap my scarf on as Harry was walking upstairs.
“Are you actually going to sleep in our room or should I just move your bed into Niall’s bedroom?” He joked and the five boys cracked up again.
“Ha, ha. Harry you’re so funny. Maybe you should just put it in there! I mean if Caroline is going to come over this regularly then I don’t want to intrude.”
He pondered this for a minute, “Alright. The boys and I will move your stuff tomorrow…if Niall really wants to be your roommate. Warning, she talks in her sleep.”
I looked at Harry weirdly, “I do not talk in my sleep.”
He chuckled, “Yes, you do. Trust me, you do.”
I looked wide-eyed at him earning another round of laughing fits from everyone.
Niall agreed and we had to go clean his room for our big project tomorrow.
Everyone made their way to bed and Niall and I were in his room, making space for my things.
I threw some dirty clothes in the washbasket, “Are you sure you want me as a roommate?”
He laughed as he slammed his dresser drawer shut, “Of course I do. Even if you talk in your sleep.”
Weird, we’re moving into the same room AND Harry’s allowing it but we aren’t even dating.
We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning cleaning and moving things. Zayn eventually came over because he couldn’t sleep and helped us. Zayn and I fell asleep on the floor whilst Niall crashed on his bed.
Niall’s room was the coziest room in the house. He has a small bed with plaid comforters and sheets which were blue and white. The carpet was a pure white that looked good against the blue walls. His telly was a good size and set on a small tv stand in the centre of the wall. He had a desk pushed up at the end of his bed so he could go on his macbook pro there. It was the average male room.
Zayn and I got started early. Niall had to run some errands for the day but promised he’d be back in the evening.
The boys carried the heavy things upstairs. I got the things I never really unpacked, the pictures, quotes, and memorable things I never hung up in Harry and my room.
The boys left me so I could redecorate. I looked through the pictures I was going to hang. There was a couple of Jaime and Ember and I that were really nice, minus the red solo cups in our hands. We weren’t big drinkers but we would on the rare occasion. Harry and Jaime took a nice photo together; they dated for a while but broke it off while he was on X Factor. I looked through numerous other pictures of my weird friends and me until I came to the last one. It was of James and me looking at each other. My arms were wrapped around his neck and he was about to kiss me. This was the only photo that was a bit ripped. I had gone to rip it several times but couldn’t do it.
I threw it to the floor in frustration. James was a douche, no doubt. But he held a lot of me with him. I know James is going to the beach with us. Someone always invites him, Lord knows why. I just don’t want to do anything I might regret…like I usually do when I see him. But with Niall going I think this will be better. He’ll be there to keep me company and keep my thoughts from my cheating ex. James and I had a lot of firsts. First REAL fights, first REAL snogs, first time…ugh. I regret it all.
I heard the door open and close. I was hanging off the side of my bed staring at Niall.
“What’s with all the pictures everywhere?” He asked, looking round at them.
“I’m going to hang them up…most of them anyways.”
“Mind if I look at them?” He asked sitting on the floor in front of me, gathering all of my pictures.
He laughed at my friends and I doing out famous duck lips. “So which one is Jaime and which is Ember?”
I pointed to the red head with big brown eyes, “This one is Ember.” I pointed to the other with darker skin and a model looking face, “That one is Jaime.”
He stopped on the last one. Showing me the one I dreaded the most, “Who’s this one?”
I flipped onto my stomach, “That’s James.”
He made a ‘huh’ noise and set the picture on the top of the pile.
He pulled me off the bed. My shirt slid down, exposing my bra. I didn’t get the chance to fix it before he went to kiss me.
“Wait.” I said, his eyes opened.
“I need to know what we are.”
Niall looked at the ceiling then at me, confused. “We’re mates, Addie.”
“I know that but mates don’t do the things we do, Niall.”
“I know…but can you give me a little bit of time?” He asked, his eyes gleaming into mine.
I got off of him, “Take all the time you need, Niall.”