Fix You (Niall Horan)

Chapter 3

Niall's POV:

I woke up with my arm wrapped around Kylie and our faces literally inches apart. Shit. I could feel my Irish cheeks turn a deep red as I quickly untangled my arm from her body.

She looked so peaceful when she slept. It took everything I had not to kiss her right then and there. But I knew I couldn't. She wouldn't want to get herself involved with a guy like me. I'm sure she just thinks I'm a stuck up jerk who only wants money. And I would do anything to prove her wrong.

Kylie seemed so reserved, almost as though she was hiding something. She had beautiful dirty blonde hair that hung an inch or two below her shoulder blades when it was wavy. Her bright green eyes shone whenever she smiled. And it was contagious. Everything about her just seemed perfect.

Somewhere in my Kylie daydream, I ended up falling back asleep. I woke up to a familiar giggle and my eyes fluttered open. We locked eyes, and her's trailed downward to her waistline. Where my arm was. AGAIN. Just my luck. I blushed even moreso than I had before. I mumbled an apology and stood up. She laughed once again.

"It's fine, no big deal. Looks like we both slept pretty comfortably!" she teased, blushing a little bit herself. She probably thinks I'm a creep. Wonderful.

"Do you want to help me fix breakfast?" she asked my, her eyebrows raised.

"Sure, why not?" I responded, a smile playing on my lips.

"Sounds good, what do you guys want?" I thought for a moment.

"Pancakes!" I suggested. She laughed at my eagerness and started getting out the ingredients. The usual. Eggs. Milk. Pancake mix. And...M&M's. Wait, what? I looked over at Kylie, not trying to hide my surprise. She mimicked my face, which made us both burst out laughing.

"Most people typically use eggs when they make pancakes..." She joked.

"You know what I mean, Ky!" I said, faking like I was annoyed.

"Oh, the M&M's? Oh, that's something my Dad used to do with us before he...never mind. We don't need to use them." Kylie said, and you could see the hurt in her eyes. What happened to her dad?

"No, no. It's fine. I want to use the M&M's! It sounds good!" I said, giving her a reasurring smile. She smiled back at me, but her's lacked the sparkle it usually had. I shook it off, and started pouring pancake batter into the pan.

Things had been a little different with Kylie ever since the dad thing. I needed to ask her what happened, but I didn't want to overstep my boundaries. She obviously didn't want to talk about it, so I wasn't going to push her.

As I was walking to go get another egg to make a second batch, I slipped on something. And that's all I remember.

Kylie's POV:

Oh gosh, he was seriously too perfect. Like think about how perfect you think Niall Horan would be and multiply it by 10. That is how perfect Niall Horan really is.

I was thinking about that when I heard a thud. And then a faint, "ow.." from Mr. Perfect. I didn't think it was anything serious, so I let it go.

"Ni, you okay?" I asked, not looking at him so he couldn't see my smile. No response.

"Niall?" I asked again, somewhat louder. Nothing. The grin faded from my face. I reluctantly looked over my shoulder to see an unconscious Irishman lying down on the floor in my kitchen. My motherly instincts kicked in.

"NIall! Niall, wake up!" I said, shaking. I lifted his head up to see that there was a little pile of blood underneath, staining his blonde locks. Oh, God. I do not manage well with blood. I gently let his head rest on the floor again and got a towel. I placed it on my lap, and then put Niall's head on the towel.