Cross My Heart

Housewarming

Casey's P.O.V.

I was super nervous, because I was about to share a room with Niall friggin Horan. "Please, please let there be separate beds." Niall had chosen the room, so I have no idea what it looks like. I walk in, and I'm shocked. The room is HUGE, with... Crap... Only 1 bed. It's a queen sized bed, with an absolutely beautiful headboard. It was silver metal curved into intricate swirls. The walls were a grey color, with black designs painted over it. The room was beautiful, and I was glad Niall chose this room.

My thoughts were broken by Niall coming up and wrapping his arms around me. I jumped, because he scared me. He laughed. "It's okay, it's only me." I broke away and did a running jump onto the bed. I laid there, face down, until I felt pressure on my body. "Niall, are you sitting on me??" I yelled, but it came out like "mull, meh gur muttring ma feh." Niall laughed. He was laying flat on top of me, his face buried in my hair. His breath was hot on my head. I started flailing my legs and arms, attempting to make him move.

He flipped me around, and our faces were inches away. My breath caught. Not only is this my dream guy, but it's millions of other girls' dream guy. I smiled. "Whatcha thinking about in that pretty head of yours?" He asks. "It's nothing." I didn't want to sound like some kind of fangirling weirdo... Wait... That's what I was. "TELL MEE!!" He whined like a little kid. "I just... I can't believe... You're every girl's dream. Why choose me?" Niall just stared at me blankly. "Case- Casey, you're amazing. I'm so happy I met you. I know, girls would die to be with me. But I needed to wait for my princess... And I think I've found her." He finished at a whisper.

Did Niall Horan just call me his princess? Asdfghjkl... I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned in and kissed me. This kiss was sweet and meaningful, and it made me realise that I do have feelings for Niall, and not just fangirl feelings. He broke the kiss and looked at me. "Umm... So can we call... Us... Official?" He gave a half smile.

Holy Jesus sweet mother of God. Pinch me. I processed what he said and smiled. "Is that... Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I say. He smiles and nods. "Then yes." He seems shocked. "Y-yes?" He stutters. "YES!" I yell, and he picks me up in a hug.

I'm dating Niall Horan.

Bitch please.

Annabel's P.O.V.

It feels good to be home. This house was an 18th birthday present from my parents. My parents are quite wealthy people. You see my dad invented microwaveable scrambled eggs. I don't know what shit he was smoking when he came up with it, but thank God he did because it helped out our family a lot. Anyways, I didn't want anything for my 18th birthday. So, they decided to buy me a big ass house, all furnished, painted my favorite colors, the whole 9 yards. It was bought in my name, so it is my house. I loved it, and I love it even more now that I have my friends in it. Oh, and 5 huge celebrities.

I was laying on the bed me and Logan were about to share together. I was wearing an old t-shirt of mine and some short shorts. Yeah, I don't give how I look around Logan right now. I'm tired. Logan walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but boxers.

Damn.

"You like what you see?" Logan teases. I realised that I had stared at him until he walked over to me. I turned a bright red. Why the fuck does Logan Lerman have to be so sexy?

Ask Jesus.

He stated at me, and I caught him. Now it was his turn to blush. He sat on the bed, and pulled me into his lap. I looked into his piercing blue eyes. I placed my hands on his chest, and his breath hitched. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his hair. His eyes showed that he wanted more. "Not tonight Logan. Not all the way." I whispered. He smiled. "So, how far could we go?"