This chapter is centred around chapters 3 (Little Mix) and 4 (Leigh-Anne) of Jade Thirlwall and Niall Horan!
The next few weeks of Jade's life were much of the same; she'd go to work, be bored out of her mind and be asked the same questions over and over again, all the while thinking about a certain Irishman. The lying that came along with the questions was also becoming quite repetitive. "Are you in a relationship?" no. Yes, I am. "Jade, you're single right?" yes. No, I have a great boyfriend. "Hows single life treating you?" great actually. I wouldn't know. "Any men tickle your fancy?" not at the moment. There's this one guy who's got me good. Don't forget the occasional, "So what's going on with you and Niall Horan? You seem close." he's an old friend, a good laugh. I'm so in love with him it hurts. It was monotonous really. The only thing getting her through each long day was the thought of going to Niall's house once work had finished.
That was also the same, every night after a gruelling day of work she'd return to his large home that was located just outside London, her flat had been pretty much abandoned at this point. She only really went back to her place on her days off to grab some new clothes to take back to his home.
She loved his house, being in the biggest band of all time and having a very successful solo career does afford you some nice stuff. The huge house was on a large, secluded estate with a private gate and a massive garden, but the inside was the definitely best part. Even the entryway was huge, with a stunning spiral stairwell, then the dining room (which they never used) was furnished beautifully. The living room held the cosiest sofa she'd ever had the opportunity to sit on and an enormous T.V.
She had to admit, she was jealous of his kitchen (she loved cooking and baking), it was gorgeous, vast yet very homely. The same could be said about the rest of his home. Though it was rather big for one person (realistically two since she spends all her time there), the house always felt like a home.
One of her favourite rooms was the music room; he owned a gorgeous piano that he would often play for her, never failing to make her blush, then there's his vast guitar collection. The instrument is not one she is particularly enamoured with but each of his held countless stories she could listen to him tell all day, just because of the way he lights up when he talks about something he's passionate about. His lyric book was also something that fascinated her, his beautiful writing was in great contrast to his somewhat boisterous demeanour.
Another room that she finds herself spending a lot of time in is the master bedroom. Not in that way. Well... maybe sometimes. More often than not they would just lay there, sometimes they wouldn't even speak, just enjoy the others company. She had never found herself doing this with any of her previous partners, nor could she see herself doing it with anyone else. He was different. She liked that. His room was always well organised, something to do with his OCD, and he always made sure to accommodate for her visits. She had her own toothbrush, drawer, shampoo and conditioner in the ensuite. All in all, she loved spending time at his place.
Her favourite part of his house, however, was not any of that, it was the man it was home to. His eyes held so much purity and love for life, his smile was cheeky and welcoming, his arms were gentle and protective. Jade remembers the first time she met Niall, he was very energetic in a way that one could easily confuse as childishness, he was blonde and he was scrawny, he's got some muscle on his body these days, she likes it, makes her feel safe. Not she didn't like him then, he was nothing if not likeable, but it's different now. He's well... A man now. He is everything to her and that terrifies her.
This morning she woke up like she had done every morning over the last few weeks; well-rested and latched onto his sleeping form. She knew she'd have to get up sooner rather than later, she had a performance this evening and that meant rehearsals, soundcheck, hair and makeup all to be completed before they were set to arrive at the event. Obviously, she loves her job, she gets to perform with her three best friends every day but she also loves waking up in Niall's arms then laying in bed with him until 2 PM.
Then of course her alarm begins to blare from the table next to his head. She cringed as she reached over him to quickly turn it off, when she looks back at him he's scrunching his eyes and stretching his legs. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He shakes his head before wrapping his arms around her and squeezing slightly.
"It's fine, I would have to of gotten up soon anyway." She shrugs pulling away from him slightly, "do you have to get ready to now?" he questioned warily, her leaving in the morning had been a tough spot recently (for her especially).
"I have to leave in 20 minutes if I don't want to be late." She huffed, she really didn't want to leave, she felt like a child throwing a tantrum. It's not that she's not excited about the performance or the show, but looking at him laying here makes it so hard to get ready to go.
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By the time she had walked the red carpet and had been sat at the table with the girls, her energy had remarkably lifted. The four of them decided against bringing dates, instead of bringing their mums or a close friend. Football season had also recently started back up so there went Leigh-Anne and Perrie's dates anyway. Their performance later was closing the show, which obviously they were excited for, they were always keen to preform.
"Little Mix!" The speakers said, suddenly Jade was on her feet hugging her mother before making her way to the stage. The walk was treacherous due to her shoes but, she knew she looked good. Then for once, Jesy was handed the mic and a weight fell off her mind, all anxiety leaving her body as her best friends did the speech instead.
The rest of her night was much of the same, not a blur as such, but rather a vividly boring fever dream.
Everything was boring after she met him. Nothing felt as good as spending hours on end in his company, the rush of excitement she felt keeping this love a secret. Nothing could compare to him.
Ni ❤️
Congratulations, so fucking proud of you!
I love you 🥰
Love you more ❤️
Yup. It's official. She was completely head over heals in love and nothing could compare to him.
