Dirty Laundry

Twelve.

Niall Horan is a closeted little spoon.

It's only been about three weeks of us actually spending real time together but this is the conclusion I have come to.

We aren't even really that big on cuddling. I mean, yeah, it's nice when we sleep but more often then not we both end up back to back because we both move so much in our sleep. I've been woken up numerous times with an elbow in my side or by getting kicked or sometimes even squashed under him when he rolls over. Niall has made it known that my favorite way to wake him up in the night is with a knee to the balls, to which I apologized profusely. 

But when we watch a movie or TV or do our homework we tend to sit close but never full on cuddling. So when Niall's TV isn't working and we have to use my computer to watch a Netflix marathon of the new season of House of Cards, I notice it.

I'm getting my computer set up and Niall is getting the popcorn, he joins me on the bed after I had already made myself comfortable. Niall plops himself down so his head is resting on my chest and he is practically laying on top of me. I don't comment on it because it's an excuse to rake my fingers through his hair, but I can't help but notice how much he is  loving me holding him.

Niall and I aren't that different in size. He's only three inches taller at the most and quite skinny so his clothes are never more than one size too big on me. So it's not like I'm holding him and he is so much bigger than me but it is comfortable.

I let Niall stay cuddled into my chest until we take bathroom breaks and then I try and switch up our positions. I sit down next Niall and tuck myself under his arm, pulling my knees up into a ball. Not even a full episode later Niall is already shifting around trying to get comfortable again. He didn't move once when he was being held. 

So now here we are again. I'm testing my theory one more time while we watch a documentary for one of my history classes and sure enough Niall has maneuvered us into a position where he is acting as the "little spoon".

"You like being the little spoon don't you?" I finally ask

"What? We aren't even spooning right now." he saying laughing it off.

"No it's the same principle! You like it when I hold you. You like being the little spoon!" 

"No I just think your chest is comfortable. Y'know..." he counters, trying not to offend me by blatantly talking about my boobs.

"It's fine if you do. But we are going to have to take turns." 

"No! I'm the man, I'm bigger than you so I'm the big spoon!"

"Well that was sexist of you but, if you really need to be the big spoon you can." I'm still teasing him because it's really quite fun to watch him get flustered. His cheeks blush and he gets that childish defensive tone, where he isn't actually offended, and he pouts until he gets his way.

"You know, if you wanted to be the little spoon all you had to do was ask." I continue teasing him.

Niall has no response he just tucks his head further into my neck and groans at me while I can't help but laugh.

Sure enough that same weekend, when Kelly sleeps at Pete's again, Niall comes over and spends the night. After a while of turning over and over again I feel Niall nose at my cheek in the dark.

"What is it Ni?" I ask sleepily.

"Remember Friday when you said all I had to do was ask?" he asks in the smallest voice avoiding the actual words.

"Yeah?" I say, and I can hear the knowing smirk in my own voice.

"Can I try... Can you?" 

I don't say anything else. I roll over and shift myself up higher so Niall can roll over and rest his head under my chin. I put my arm under his around his chest and he takes hold of my hand and kisses the back of it. I reply with a kiss to the top of his head. From there we drift off to sleep.