Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 2

"Mmm."  I stretch, the sun poring into the room. 

"Good morning beautiful."  Niall said, perched up on his elbow, looking at me. 

"Good morning.  What time is it?" 

"Why?  Got a hot date?"  Niall teased, looking at the time. 

"Maybe." 

Niall laughs and says, "8:50." 

"Is that all?"  I complain.  We were up until 3, and I'm still waking up 9? 

"I guess.  Get up, I'm hungry."  Niall says throwing the covers off of us. 

"Uh uh."  I complain, pulling the covers over my head. 

"Yes."  Niall pulls the blankets off of me again. 

"No!  Please?"  I ask, pulling the puppy face. 

"That kind of thing doesn't work on me, love."  He says, tossing some more clothes at my head. 

"Grr. Leave so I can change."  I tell him, pointing to the door. 

"Promise you won't go back to sleep?" 

"I promise I won't if you leave now."  I continue pointing to the door. 

"Deal."  He flashes that million-dollar-smile at me before shutting the door behind him.  I groan and throw myself back against the pillows, debating on how much time it's going to be before he pops in to check if I've gone back to sleep.  I guessed I'd have about 10 minutes, and got up and changed my shirt and pants.  I looked in the mirror and groaned at my reflection.  I rolled my eyes at my reflection and stumbled down the stairs, following my nose to the smell of bacon frying. 

"You look nice." Niall states.  I stick my tongue out at him, sneaking around him and stealing a slice of bacon. 

"It's hot."  He warns.  I shrug and pop the bacon in my mouth. 

"Yum.  Niall this is perfect!" 

"I'm glad you like it, Heather.  It's my specialty." He raises his eyebrows up and down, making a face at me.  I have to laugh. 

"You have a really pretty laugh."  He tells me, taking the bacon off and putting on another batch.  I blush deeply. 

"Do you have to record today?"  I ask, taking another piece of bacon. 

"Nope.  Simon gave us the week off."  He pours some orange juice into two glass cups and sets one in front me and one where he's going to sit. 

"That's awesome." 

"Niall!  I hope you made enough for all of us!  We can smell it at our place!"  Some guy yelled through the door. 

"Go away Louis!"  Niall yelled. 

"Not until you give us some of that bacon!"  The guy I'm guessing was Louis yelled back.  Niall walked over to the door and opened it to reveal two brown-headed guys drooling. 

"Get your asses in here."  Niall sighs, moving his arm in a sweeping motion. 

"Who's this?"  The curly haired boy asks, walking into the room and sitting down beside me. 

"This is Heather.  Heather Cowell.  Don't make her mad."  Niall grits his teeth and places a plate of bacon on the table.  The guy with the brown quiff sits on my other side. 

"Oh.  Basically she can make or break us."  He says, shoveling the bacon onto a plate Niall just set in front of him. 

"Now you're getting the point."  Niall says, messing the boy's hair up.