out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 39

NIALL HORAN

“Why is your accent so perfect? It’s almost similar to americans but I think your accent is even better. You know, when you talk you’re really fast but you’re not actually talking fast. It’s just how you speak. It sounds like you’re talking so fast but you’re not, you get me?” She talks real fast I can't sink the words in. I just nod and hold my laugh. She took five shots and she’s already turnt up.

“I think you don’t even need anymore of tequila.” I convince her.

“No, no. I need more. I really do.” She insists. “Just promise me something.” She says as she suddenly grabs my hand on the wheel.

“Yeah?” I look over to her eyes.

“Don’t ever trust me if I go drinking or partying by myself without you.” She laughs as she lets go of the grasp. Her cheeks are a lot more red than before.

“I promise.” I pat her back. She sighs in relief and she raises her hand to pinch my cheek. I scream in pain. She giggles.

“What is the matter with you?” I laugh as I hold my redden cheek.

“You have chubby cheeks.” She remarks with a giggle follows by it. It’s just irresistible not to admire her little things. Her giggle is simply—gorgeous. Also her features. Basically, everything. It’s really nice to have her here to spend time with me.

I keep on turning up the mood for each other for the rest of the ride. As soon as we get to my apartment, she already dozes herself off and I can’t do nothing but to chuckle. She looks so cute and red. I can’t wake her up on her most peaceful time and also I can’t carry her all the way to my apartment using lift. I lay my back and my head on the seat as I look at her cute face. I stroke her redden cheek slowly as she leans her cheek into my touch, as if the touch makes her warm. I sigh as I start the car all over again and drive all the way back to her house.

MELANIE RICHARDS

I wake up feeling really tired and dizzy. As I try to get up, my head is throbbing like crazy and I groan at how my head reacts when I try to get up. What exactly happened last night? I can’t really recall about last night but I try to focus so I can remember of what had happened. Then I remember Niall. His perfectly charmingly cute face. His adorable accent. His. . . lips. His touch of every details his lips molded against mine. His tongue. His breath. His soft plump fucking lips. The kiss. I suddenly remember everything until the night in the car. I supposed to be at his apartment now. Where is he? Was he staying here last night?

I put on my slippers and pull my hair out of my face into a bun and run through the stairs to see my mom all suited up to go to work. She looks elegant and beautiful at once. My mom smiles down at me.

“Hey, whoa. You look like a mess.” My mom states.

“Yeah, uhm, how did I get home?” I ask her taking a seat down on the sofa, looking straight at her that is sipping her coffee and runs her thumb through her phone screen.

“Niall brought you home. He said you were drunk and you were fast asleep so he thought that he should bring you home.” My mom says without looking at me.

“Oh, well, okay.” I chuckle and stand up to go to the kitchen to make myself a milk tea. I slide my phone screen to see no new texts or missed calls. I dial Niall’s phone and listen to the phone cooes a beep. Then he picks up.

“Hey, sleepy-head.” He greets me. The both sides of my lips begin to pull up making a huge grin.

“I thought I was supposed to be at your place.” I giggle.

“You were asleep and I couldn’t carry you to my apartment without waking you up.”

“Well, you should just, wake me up.”

“No, who would’ve dared to wake up the monster?” He jokes.

"Hah, really funny." I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. “Well, are you busy? I’m not doing anything right now or probably sooner, so, maybe you should come over.” I offer him, mixing my tea with fresh milk.

“Yeah, sure. I will be there at,” He mumbles. “probably 12.”

“That is an hour from now.” I laugh.

“Well, stay put.” He chuckles.

“Okay. Bye.” I say as I hang up the call.

“I told you he’s a keeper.” My mom creeps me out of no where.

I roll my eyes holding the cup of tea upstairs and take a quick shower. My body and hair smells like my usual scent. Vanilla and raspberry. It smells awesome I feel confident in a brief moment. I put on my Nirvana knee-length t-shirt and my dark blue sweatpants. I put on socks since the weather is more chilly than usual and grab my laptop to watch movies from Netflix.

What a typical white girl am I. But, no. I’m not physically a white girl. The doorbell rings and I quickly jump out of my bed in an excite motion. I run through the carpeted stairs and before I can open the door to see Niall, I nervously comb the back of my hair and finally open the door to see a charming blondie. Niall.