Curiosity n.h

"Curiosity killed the cat" is a metaphor used to warn of the dangers of unnecessary investigation or experimentation. A less frequently-seen rejoinder to "curiosity killed the cat" is "but, satisfaction brought it back".[1]


4. chapter four

Chapter 4

It was a bit of a drive down to whosever house we were going to. But we finally pulled into a driveway that attracted a big house at the end of it. "You boys coming in?" Niall asked, it was Niall's house.

They all shook their heads and Niall helped me out. They pulled away when we were inside, Niall locked the door and then turned to look at me. "You're sure you're okay?" He asked. I nodded my head, "hungry?" He smiled and walked past me.

The kitchen had marble flooring, a chandelier hanging over the island that say in the middle of the kitchen and stainless steel utilities were adoring the marble counter tops.

He opens the fridge and I sit down at the long dark wood dinner table. He takes out something and cuts it into two and puts it on plates. "Cherry cheese cake." He says as he puts it in front of me.

My eyes widen, cherry cheese cake was my all time favourite. "Oh my god." I whispered. I picked up the spoon and dug in, "this is my fav!" I said in pleasure.

"Same." Niall laughed. He licked the cherry sauce off the corner of his lip, the side that wasn't busted.

After we finished, we put our plates in the dishwasher and Niall took me into the living room. He sat down on the couch, I followed and he turned on the TV and turned it to some sports station.

It surprised me that he would be into sports, he looks more like someone who's into skateboarding. When I looked over him, he had his fingers in his mouth again, biting them.

"You know, biting your nails can give you worms." I spoke, pulling his hand out of his mouth and wiping the wet off on the sweater he leant me.

He looked at me, puzzled as to why I would even care. "How do you know?"

"Happened to me when I was younger." I shrugged.

His eyes stayed on me, this time I looked away instead of holding the state with him. I cleared my throat and looked down at my hands, playing with my fingers.

I felt the weight on the couch shift and then a hand tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I gasp a little at the sudden touch, then looked up.

Niall was smiling at me, "are you tired?" He asked. I nodded my head and he took my hand and we went upstairs.

He was rummaging threw his dresser for something for me to wear to bed. "Ah, here we are." He said and held up a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I smiled when he gave them to me, "I'll sleep on the couch." He got up and left his room, closing the door behind him.

I sighed and unzipped his sweater, it slipped off me and pooled at my feet, along with my shorts and ripped t-shirt.

I put on the clothes Niall gave me and say back on his bed, I tried to fall asleep but it wasn't happening.

I opened the door carefully and walked downstairs. Niall was half laying-half sitting on the couch watching the soccer game. I stood in the doorway of the living room, he noticed. "Why are you awake?" He asked and sat up on the couch.

He watched as I walked in the living and sat down beside him, "can I sleep with you?" I asked, my voice cracked a little. I'm still a bit shaken up from the events that took place tonight.

"Yeah come here." He moved over on the couch so I could slip in beside him. I turned around so I could see the TV, my back pressed against his front. His arm dangled over me, just above my stomach and we both sat and watched the game in silence.

About an hour later, Niall turned off the Tv, seeing that the game was over. "Wanna go to my bed? It's bigger and more comfortable." I nodded my head and got up, waiting for him to clean up the couch before walking upstairs.

I opened the door to his room and he took off his black t shirt and threw in on the ground, next were his pants. He crawled into bed, patting the empty space on it for me to lay down beside him.

I did, and I faced him. "Goodnight." He lazily smiled.

"Night." I smiled back.


I woke up with Niall's arm slung over my stomach and his head in my neck. I was sweating and could barely breathe. I looked over at him, I smiled, he looked so at peace when he slept. The metal from his lip ring was cold against my hot skin, making me turn around and face him.

He groaned a little, but his grip on me didn't leave. "Niall." I whispered, my hand poking his face. "Niallllll." I quietly sang. He opened one eye, it was a dark sea colour of blue. I giggled when his hand tickled my ribs. I sat up, only to be pulled back down.

"What time is it?" He asked, I checked my phone. "9:30? Eve, what are you doing?" He asked me.

"I couldn't breathe." I pouted.

"Oh sorry." He laughed. He rolled on his back, pulling me along with him so I could cuddle into his chest. He still had the smell of his cologne on him.

I looked up at his face, sitting propped up on my elbows. "Does your face hurt?" I asked. I tilted my head at him, making him laugh.

"Yes. I am a little sore today. But I'm fine, how are you feeling?" He asked, cupping my face and running his thumb over my cheek.

"It hurts, but I'm fine." I smiled. My eyes drifted down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. His boy was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life. Seeing him in the morning of the faded light that cascaded over him threw his curtain made him look outstanding.

I bit my lip when his hand went threw my hair, "who are you." His voice was raspy.

"Eve?" I asked, slightly confused as to why he was asking who I was. I don't think he was that drunk last night?

"No I know who you are, but what are you about? Do you go home with guys that easy all the time? Or..."

I cocked an eyebrow up at his question, "no." I said simply.

"Then what makes me so different?" He cracked a smile at me, playing with the stud in his lip while he did so.

"I knew you weren't going to hurt me..." I said quietly and slowly. He squinted his eyes at me and bit the inside of his cheek, must be a habit because he's done that a lot since I've met him.

"How so?" He asked, now look who's the curious one.

"Instead of joining Jack last night, you did something about it." My face heated up at my own words, mostly from embarrassment. I looked away from him and pulled my hair back out of my face, placing it in a high bun on the top of my head.

"Yeah, but I could've done something when we got here." Niall protested.

"Are you going to do something now, or should I just run?" I asked, I was getting a little frustrated with his comments. It was like he was pointing out that he can still do something to me.

"No, stay. I'm just saying, not everyone is what they come off to be." He said to me.

"Well, I thought you were a totally jackass. Just by the way your present yourself makes you seem like a huge asshole, but I was proven wrong within four hours of meeting you at the mall." I paused, "so obviously people aren't what they seem to be."

He laughed at my words, he knew I was right.

My stomach grumbled, "hungry?" Niall asked, just like he had last light. I nodded my head and he sat up from the bed and we walked downstairs. I forgot that he was shirtless, my eyes shamelessly roamed him.

He stretches up in the cupboard. I walked up to him and touched the side of his ribs, noticing the barely there bruise. He looked down at my fingers grazing over it, his arms were still stretched in the air as he watched me.

"When was this?" I asked, his eyes caught mine. I stood back a little, realizing I was really close him.

"I got into a fight a few weeks before i came here." He shrugged, he pulled down a box of frosted flakes from the cupboard and grabbed two bowls.

"Why did you get into a fight?" I asked, he smirked at my questions.

"You ask a lot of questions." He said, shaking his head and setting a carton of milk down on the table in between us. I grabbed the box of cereal, pouring it into my bowl and dumping milk over it.

My spoon dug into the flakes and I shoved it into my mouth. "Do you have to be home by any specific time?" Niall's question made me drop my spoon. I had been so wrapped up with Niall that I forgot.

I cleared my throat and shook my head. "You okay?" Clearly my reaction to Niall asking about me going home has raised a warning in his brain.

"Mhm." I said and took a big spoon full of cereal and shoved it into my mouth. Niall clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"I pretty much live alone. You can stay here if you want." He said, I shook my head.

"No I don't think that's a good idea ." I know what my dad would have to say about that, it's bad enough I'm going to be in big trouble when I get home.

"You sure ?" Niall didn't believe my words, I wouldn't either. I don't even believe my own words.

I think I'll do Niall's POV in the next chapter!! Xxbella

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