12. My Kind Of Girl
“Do you want some lunch?” Niall called from the kitchen “Oh he can cook as well, I could get used to this” I sniggered back, I was over feeling upset Niall gave me a massive lecture about how Harry should be the one that felt shit right now and to not give him the satisfaction that he didn’t deserve. “Is that a yes or a no and what do you want?” he cheekily called out in his Irish accent “Yes plerleaseee, and surprise me” I flicked through the TV with the remote trying to find something other than football to watch. Football channel. Football channel. Football channel. Football channel. “Jesus Niall, how many football channels do you even need” I shouted out expecting him to be in the kitchen but he was just entering the living room. “That many and put the Derby game back on or someone will get hurt” He teased, handing me a plate of crackers and cottage cheese. “Fineeeee but it’s boring” I laughed flicking the channel back. “What even is this?” I picked up a cracker and let the cheese fall from it “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but it looks like snot” I snorted watching Niall spit he’s out “You’re a girl, you’re supposed to like healthy stuff like this” Niall stated putting his plate on the table I stared at him in disbelief “Fuck that I’m ordering pizza” I grabbed the house phone hearing Niall murmur “Alright then, you’re my kind of girl” smiling to myself I dialled the pizza house number. “Hey Ollie it’s Lucy, can I get the usual delivered but to a different address” I smiled at Niall and mouthed me the address which I repeated “Yeah thanks” I put the phone back down on the side and smiled towards Niall “Hope you’re hungry” I patted his stomach and he looked at me confused “What exactly is your usual?” a smirked played on his lips “A margarita pizza, pepperoni pizza, curly fries, garlic bread and four BBQ chicken wings” I smirked back and he smiled revealing his newly straightened teeth “Defiantly my kind of girl”.