Styles on Tour

"Tell Me About It"

*mature content warning*

Niall's POV:

I woke slowly the following morning and in my half asleep daze I thought I could smell bacon and pancakes. The notion perked me up instantly and I opened my eyes despite my raging hangover. I looked at the time and then at the empty space in the bed next to me. It was 11:30am and Em had said she had a lecture at midday, so she would have needed to leave by now. My heart dropped at the thought that she'd left without saying goodbye and I quickly sat up. Ignoring the pounding in my head I frantically looked to the floor and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Em's holdall still there. 

I ignored my confusion as to why she hadn't left earlier and turned my head to the door where the smell of food was more pronounced now I had woken up a bit. I smiled to myself and pulled the duvet off my body. Not bothering to get dressed, I quickly ran a toothbrush around my mouth in the bathroom before I followed the smell to the kitchen. 

A grin broke out on my face at the sight that met me. Em was standing at the hob still only dressed in my black t-shirt. A pancake sat in the frying pan cooking and quiet music was playing which Em was humming along and dancing to. As I hadn't been noticed I continued to watch her as she peered into the grill to check the bacon that was cooking there. She stood back up straight and reached over the breakfast bar to get a spatula. The hem of the t-shirt rode up as she stretched and I found my gaze drifting to the red lace underwear that was revealed. I snapped myself out of it when Em straightened up and the t-shirt fell back down as she flipped the pancake. 

What if this was how things always were? I let my mind wander, imagining us living together. Waking up next to Em every day, seeing her dance around our kitchen in my t-shirts, going food shopping together to fill our cupboards, decorating a house together. The more I imagined the more the thought appealed to me. I want to do all the little things with Em. I want to kiss her goodbye as we leave for work in the morning, I want to go for walks at the weekend in the park, I want her clothes hanging in the wardrobe next to mine, I want everything there is to experience and I want it with her. 

As Em took the bacon out the oven I decided I'd creepily watched her for long enough.

"Morning," I said, hearing how thick my voice sounded with sleep. Em's head snapped over to me and a grin broke out on her pretty face.

"Hey! I was just about to come and give you this," she smiled, nodding at the plate that she had served up. The pancake was covered in maple syrup and she'd placed two rashers of bacon on the top. I smiled and walked across the room to her. I stood behind her and slid my arms around her, kissing her cheek. I could do this every morning if we lived together.

"It smells amazing," I mumbled into her ear.

"Well my pancakes aren't as good as Harry's but hopefully they'll be okay," she said, turning to me with a hopeful smile. I nodded and pecked her lips. "Eat up before it goes cold!" She laughed, gently pushing me to a stool. I chuckled and took a knife and fork before tucking in. "Oh and here," Em said as she pushed a glass of water and the paracetamol tablets across the counter to me with a knowing smile.

"You're too good to me," I told her with a cheesy smile. I took the tablets while Em set about making herself a pancake. I took a bite of the food she had made for me and nearly moaned in pleasure at how good it tasted.

"What do you think?" Em asked. I looked up and she was biting her lip anxiously. I smiled at her adorableness and nodded enthusiastically.

"It tastes so good," I told her honestly before taking another mouthful. Em returned my smile with a triumphant grin. As I ate I watched her put together another pancake before she joined me and tucked in.