The Parallels (Larry Stylinson+Niall Horan)

Chapter 35

Eyrie

I was woken up by my alarm, which I had set to denote the deadline of getting up. It was Saturday and I had gracefully spent the last night watching movies and reading books. As soon as I returned from school, I happily threw my bag into one corner and twirled before going straight to the kitchen to get some snacks. I had a whole plan of how to take full advantage of the situation.

After taking a long and warm shower and changing into comfortable clothes, I sprawled myself on the bed and spent the rest of the time doing everything that made me happy. I slept at seven in the morning and it was eleven right now. I knew I had to be up, latest by now, in case mum called and wanted to check in on me.

I lazily brushed my teeth and headed downstairs. I walked over to the kitchen and started to prepare some coffee because I thought it would help me. I was sleepily standing there, pouring coffee into a mug. My hair were a mess and I could not even walk straight. My head was hurting and my eye lids were heavy as my eyes kept closing. I know that it sounds like a hangover but, I swear I’ve never even tasted a drop of alcohol.

I took the mug in my hand and started walking towards our living room. I was feeling cold so, I gripped the mug tightly in both my hands, feeling its warmth against the skin of my palms. As I was about to reach the couch, I heard the faint clicking of the lock on our front door and then the sound of it being closed.

I turned around to see who it was. I was almost panicking because I was alone at home and sleepy as hell, which meant that I had next to no energy in me. As soon as I turned, Niall walked up to me, cupped my face in his hand and kissed my forehead. He then removed some strands of hair from in front of my eyes and tucked them behind my ears. He looked into my eyes and smiled at me, walking past me.

“What a sweet surprise.” I said, turning to look at his retreating figure. He was headed towards the kitchen, of course.

“Good morning to you too, love.” he replied, opening the fridge.

“What are you doing here and how did you get in, though?” I asked, confused and curious at the same time.

“I thought I’d spend a whole day with you, since your parents are out. Zayn had the key and I took it from him on the way over. Simple.” he answered, taking out a bottle of sprite and a microwaveable box of pasta. I did not say anything in response. His sudden plan was too sweet and appealing for me to be able to form any words.

After putting the pasta in the microwave and pushing the button a few times, he walked towards me with the bottle of cold drink in his hand and gave me a brief kiss before heading towards the couch. “Ugh. You have morning breath.” he stated, making a fake disgusted face.

“Shut up! I just brushed my teeth so, that’s utter nonsense.” I replied, spinning around again. He really needed to stop roaming all over the place.

“Judging from your current appearance, I figured that my lie would be able to get to you and you would be embarrassed by my comment so, I took a chance.” he answered, shrugging. His thick Irish accent made it sound like 'chonce'.

“Well, my head hurts a lot and I’m still super sleepy. That is why I look like this.” I replied, letting myself fall on the couch beside him. After keeping the mug of coffee on the table, of course. The last thing I wanted was to be covered in boiling hot coffee.

“Your head hurts? Come on, keep it on my lap.” he said. I tilted my head to look at him. He looked serious about it.

“Why?” I asked, trying to annoy him but, it was a hard job.

“Come on baby. Don’t question me or I will force you.” he answered, grinning.

“You know, if you’re going to talk about something that is supposed to scare me, you might as well try to keep that flashy grin of yours in control.” I replied, laughing but, doing as I was told.