8. Night #1
After all the boys packed up their stuff, we piled into Harry's truck and headed to my house. When we got there Louis mentioned going out to do something fun. "Man are you crazy?! People are out to kill our best friend and you wanna go out for entertainment?!" It was weird having the house guarded but going out was a little too much. I agreed with Niall. "Right sorry Payno I wasn't really thinking..." So we settled with playing Monopoly and ordering some take out from the near-by restaurant Mo's. For a little while everyone forgot about this morning and what could possibly happen any day this week. We knew we were going to have to put up with hell this week but that was ok. As long as we laughed we always felt better. After the board games were put away we figured out sleeping arrangements. Louis got the family room couch, Harry got my mums room, Zayn got my brothers old room, and once again I had Liam and Niall. But I didn't mind. At first only Liam supposed to sleep in my room but Niall begged to get a "comfier bed" apparently. Harry took Liam and Niall to the side and said what was supposed to be a private talk, that both of them were not able to lie hands on me. Harry was always so protective. While Louis and Liam were watching 21 Jump Street on the couch they fell asleep so I guess it was just Niall and I. He and I watched It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Later that night everyone had fallen asleep but him and I. It had to be 3 in the morning but we didn't give a shit. We were having too much fun. He looked at me, "Your beautiful." there's that word again. Beautiful. It got tossed around way to fucking much. It had such a strong meaning. "Me? No. Funny though." Niall opened his mouth again, "No I mean it. The way your hair is natural and lengthy, how your face is like porcelain in the light, and how your body is average. I like average. I like you." He likes me?! No. Why? "Niall, you know that's just a bunch of bs right? No I mean it. Your perfect." As the words left his lips I started to feel something on mine. He was kissing me. As it got more heated he bit the bottom end of my lip looking for an entrance. I let him in not looking for trouble. As our tongues collided I felt his hand on my arse. That never ending pit Harry left with me ended. Niall was the missing puzzle piece that closed the gap. It was perfect, he was perfect.