"What movie you wanna watch?" I ask Niall as he came in the room, and placed all the blankets on the bed.
"Friends with benefits!"
"Hahaha very funny. I don't have that one."
"What do you have then?"
"I have Divergent, Mean Girls, Justin Bieber's Never Say Never, Sex Drive..."
"Did you just say that you have Sex Drive?" he asked me laughingly.
I giggled, and nodded.
"I knew you were naughty, girl!"
"Don't judge! The movie is good."
"Okay let's watch it then," he said in some kind of way that made me nervous. Just like the other ways he spoke to me in the beginning.
"Alright," I say, and place the disc into the DVD player.
He helped me fix the bed covers.
"Do you know what I just realized?" he asked me when we were done.
"What?" I question.
"You look hot in those PJ's."
"For real, you do. And another thing I just realized. We gonna be sleeping in one bed, and that's bad for my mother nature," he said.
"What do you mean?" I ask again confused.
"I don't want you getting hit on the hard wood over night," he says.
I laugh like a retard falling down on the bed holding onto my stomach.
He laughed as well.
"You win the award for most dirtiest joke ever!"
"I'm half for real though. With you in those pajamas, its gonna be a disaster."
"Let's get to the movie," I say trying to change the mood.
Someone knocks on door, and I look at Niall while he looks at me. I slowly walk over, and open it.
"Is someone dying in here?" Liam asks with a smirk.
"No we are just dead laughing at the movie," I sort of lie.
"Haha, okay, have fun children."
I chuckle, and close the door.
I glance at Niall, and smirk.
"And you be lying to," he says.
"Keep your jokes for tomorrow. I don't want you to run out!"
"I know you adore my sexy jokes, hun. You can't deny that!" I ignore him.
I sit on the bed, and Niall joins me with the bowl with popcorn in his hands.
"Give me some!" I say reaching out for the popcorn.
"If you give me some of you," he says and winks. I don't know why, but I can't get tired of his jokes.
Sometimes I feel like he is for real, and that makes me super nervous.
I wanted to play along.
"Okay, let's do this," I say, and stand on my knees next to him on the bed. He looks at me, with a mix of wonder, and confusion in his expression.
I play Playtime by Khalil feat. Justin Bieber (ps check this song out is hot), and begin making him think that I will take my shirt off.
"I wasn't for real, Rosie," he says sounding like he is scared of me or something.
"Naughty girl," I whisper in his year moving my body to the beat. I take the popcorn away from his hands, and sit on his lap playing with my hair. He still looks a bit shocked, but then he began getting more relaxed.
He placed his hands on my hips as the situation was getting hotter, and hotter.
When the song ended, I leaned towards his ear, and said. "Playtime is over."