This City [n.h]

08. dear patience

Isobel's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning, on the couch feeling sweaty. I rubbed my eyes and felt something weighing me down by the waist. I looked down and see a pair of arms, then over my shoulder to see a very handsome face. 

I guess Niall and I crashed here last night after we basically talked all night long. He told me about his work and what he did while he was in London. While, I told him about the big opportunity I just got. It felt nice and I really am glad that Niall came back. 

I snuggle into him more, feeling very content in his arms. I'm not going to lie, I am quite unsure what is happening between Niall and me. We are acting like a couple, but it seems like we are also just friends at the same time. Would I like to be dating him? Yes, but there is so much we don't know about each other.

I shake him lightly, "Niall, wake up." I whispered.

He doesn't move an inch, still snoring away. I'm guessing he is a deep sleeper, great. 

I poked his nose, then his cheeks to see if that would do anything. Still, nothing. I sighed, going to unwrap his arms from me. As I tried to pry his arms off, he only tightens his grip more on me. I rolled over to be on top of him and pinched the both of his cheeks.

He groans and slowly opens his eyes, coming face to face with me. I smile down at him, "Good morning." 

He buries his face into the crook of my neck, making me giggle. He says something, but it comes out as mumble. 

"What did you say?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

"I said, good morning gorgeous." He says, then kisses my neck.

His morning voice is so heavenly, I can feel heat between my thighs. 

I got off him and walked over to the kitchen to cook us some breakfast. I start subconsciously humming the tone of Dear Patience while scrambling the eggs. 

"You're a fan, eh?" He asks, then yawning right after. 

I ignored him, continuing to cook breakfast for us. There was no way I was going to admit to him that I had just became a fan of his. I couldn't help it, his music is pure bliss to my ears. 

I hear him pull out a chair at the kitchen table and sit down. I take out two plates from the cabinet, then placing them down at the table. I pour out the food from the pan onto each of the plates while he just sits there and watches me.

"What would you like to drink?" I ask, opening the refrigerator. 

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asks out of nowhere.

I freeze with the orange juice in my hand, not turning back around just yet. Did he ask what I think he just asked? Or are my ears deceiving me? 

I straighten up, still facing the refrigerator. "That's not a drink option." I say jokingly. 

"It's a question though..for you to answer." He replies. 

I sigh. "I don't know what you would like me to say to that.."

"Don't think about what I would like to hear, tell me what you would like to say." I can feel him coming closer to me, probably standing right behind me.

"You do make me feel things, Niall. I'd be lying if I said no to your question.." I said, looking down. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Why are you saying it as if it's the worse thing that has ever happened to you?" He asks softly.

"Because how did this happen? How did you make me feel all these things in just under 6 months? It makes no sense. I was not supposed to fall so fast for you. For heaven's sake, I met you in a night club just barely three months ago! Do you know how crazy our story sounds? What the fuck are we doing?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair. I still haven't looked at him. I can't bring myself to look at him.