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Nineteen

Niall Horan

I am falling for her hard.

That's all I could think about as I watched her sleeping peacefully. Well mostly peacefully. She had a bit of a snore going on but I can't even talk because I know I snore like crazy. I sleep like a rock so it doesn't bother me one bit. It's just cute.

Sometimes I worry that I'm getting too attached to her. I just want to spend all my time with her. But what's going to happen when our tour starts in June? It's three and a half months away but still.

The more and more attached to her I get during the rest of her semester is just going to make it hurt even worse when she goes back to America and I go on tour.

I guess I should just enjoy our time together instead of dwelling on something I can't change. But it will be hell.

She yawned, eyes still closed with the cutest little scrunched up face, and started turning over to face away from me. So I rolled towards her, pressed against her back and wrapped my arm around her waist.

"Good morning." She yawned, still mostly asleep, and placed her hand over mine.

"Sleep well?" I pulled her hair back with my free hand playing with it.

"Mmmhmm."

"What do you want to do today?"

"Keep sleeping," she said through another yawn.

"Are you sure?" I asked before placing a few kisses behind her ear.

This woke her up a little more. "Okay maybe not." She turned back to me, still under my arm, and smiled up at me.

I moved my face down to kiss her but her hand shot up and covered her mouth.

In her muffled voice I heard, "I haven't brushed my teeth!"

"Olivia, I don't care. Neither have I."

"No, you may never want to kiss me again." Her hand was still clamped tight.

"I don't think that's possible." I moved her hand aside and gave her a proper good morning kiss.

"Well, it was nice knowing ya!" She joked as she started to climb out of bed.

"No way!" I pulled her back into me by her arm and kissed her again.

She just smiled at me. She has a perfect smile.

"So now that I've got your attention, what do you want to do today?" Right after I asked my stomach gave the loudest growl.

She giggled. "Well I guess eat breakfast."

For breakfast we made blueberry pancakes. And by "we" I mean Liv made them while I tried to help but mostly just got my hand slapped away. But in Liv's defense when I say I "tried to help" I mean I mostly just tried moving closer to her, getting my hands on her, grabbing her hips...

It was just so tempting watching her stand there making them, hair pulled back in a mess, most of her makeup from the night gone, my t-shirt hanging just below her butt.

"What?" She had turned around and caught me staring. She leaned back against the counter, smiling with my coffee cup.

"Nothing. You just look good."

"Sure." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the pancakes on the griddle.

"Really." I came up behind her, expecting to get my hands slapped away again, and wrapped my arms around her torso. "You're very beautiful, Olivia."