out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 41

MELANIE RICHARDS

I wake up in a really dark room with a cozy smell filling my nostrils. I’m locked up into a big arm hugging my back close into Niall’s chest. His body is spooning me and I don’t feel nothing but safety. Our feets are tangling together and we look like a cute couple that’s hibernating from the cold air. I slowly unlock his arm and wiggle out of his grip. I look over to my phone to see the clock and it’s 8 p.m sharp. I look behind me to face Niall sleeping with his chapped lips altogether and his arm is now back cuddling me close. I can’t stop smiling and feel so comfy that I just need to lay in here with him spooning me the whole time with his incredible addictive smell and strong arms. His arms are holding me unconsciously and I turn my body to face him to look at his beautiful face, then I stroke his cheek making circles on it without hesitate and I lean in closer so my face is about an inch from him. I don’t care if he’s awake now or sooner but I just need to feel those plump thin lips all over again. I sigh and kiss his cheek instead then continue stroking his cheek with my thumb. His eyelids flutter and begin to open.

“Hey.” He whispers, smiling at my hands that is holding his face.

“Sorry.” I chuckle and lets go of cupping his face away.

“It’s okay.” He chuckles, looking at me with those luminous blue eyes I have been dreamed of lately.

“Are you hungry? I can make you dinner.” I wink still facing his face just an inch from mine.

“Yes, please.” He murmurs, stretching his body and lets go of me. I lead him downstairs and start to mess with the kitchen equipments. I decide to make a spagetthi which is my simple but effective meal.

“Can I help with you with something?” Niall asks in sudden tapping his hands on the counter.

“Yeah, sit down and wait?” I demand him with a chuckle along with it.

“Ugh, fine.” Niall groans, throws his hand away. “I can really cook, you know.” He states, sitting on the counter behind me.

“And I don’t care.” I snap, sticking my tongue out. As I’m all done with cooking the pasta, I serve them in the most beautiful plate I’ve ever made. I giggle as I pass him his plate.

“Wow, Masterchef U.S, huh?” Niall jokes and takes a seat in front of me across the table. He takes a bite of it and mumbles something.

“What?”

“It’s good, where did you learn how to cook?” Niall asks, putting a full noodles into his mouth.

“TV.” I smile.

“I need someone like you in my kitchen, though.” Niall shrugs, chewing the spagetthi inside his mouth. His lips are stained because of the sauce. I feel like I want to push him hard and let him falls onto the ground with me on top of him, licking the hell out of it. His lips somehow is addicting and I can’t get over the kiss at the party two nights ago.

“Well, you’re a good kis—I mean, a good cooker. A good cooker.” I chuckle nervously. What a dumbfuck.

“Pardon me? A good kisser?” He asks, laughing out loud.

"I didn’t say that.”

"You almost did.”

“Yeah, almost.” I dare not to look at his face smirking at me.

“Still can’t get over the kiss, Melanie?” He teases.

"I’m done. Do your dirty dishes, okay?” I stand up, making my way to the sink and start to clean the dishes. I’m so stupid. But it’s true though. He’s a good kisser. A great one, actually. I shake my head and chuckle at my thoughts.

“Let me do it.” He comes beside me, putting his dish in the sink and turns on the tap water to start cleaning them.

“Thanks.” I mutter. “Sorry, Niall. I didn’t mean to actually,” She sighs. “what I mean is, I didn’t know it was going to come out.” I sigh, folding my hands together as I lean my back to the counter, watching Niall do the dishes.

“It’s okay. You’re not lying.” He giggles.

I smile, looking down at the ground. Everything wasn’t supposed to be this way. I supposed to forget about the kiss and the feels when I’m around him and be just what we were. Friends. Well, we are friends now. But, I feel like we are starting to open ourselves up to each other and it frightens me the most if it will grow into something intimate and I can’t do anything to stop it because I’m starting to grow fond of being with him. Everything he does make my stomach flutters by the sudden vibrate from the butterflies. Even when he doesn’t do anything, I find myself comfortable just to be with him. To know that he’s here with me. I look at his presence in front of me. His face is so charming with the light illuminates his face, down his white skin. His lips purse together in a pink shade of color. His hair. His hair looked perfect today without the style he always wears. His hair now is messy and the strands of his blonde hair are pushed to the side and I can see his natural brown hair underneath the bright blond hair. I really want to pull him into a hug then carry him to the bed to cuddle more and more until I feel sleepy and have a deep passionate kiss then fall into a deep sleep then waking up into him again. God.