Learning how to fly (Niall Horan fanfic)

20 - Secrets

*Niall's POV*

We used the rest of the day talking, playing some games and just relax. Rikke looked a little thoughtful after the phone call, but I agreed with myself not to ask her what was wrong in front of the lads. When it was time for dinner she made a pasta salad for us, which tasted really good. Zayn and Harry left after dinner and Louis and Liam got back to playing some play station in Liam's room, so Rikke and I was finally alone. She sat on the couch and zapped through the channels on the TV.

"Who called ya?" I asked, standing in the door.

"Mie" she replied still looking at the TV "My best friend, the one who was here the first week"

"So what did she say that was this bad?"

"Nothing special" she said still not paying attention to me.

"Come on Rikke, I know she said something that made ya this distracted"

She sighed and turned around in the couch, now facing me "When I left to London I told my parents that she was gonna stay here all three weeks with me, but yesterday she ran into my mom, which means I'm in big trouble now…" she said and turned off the TV.

"That's not good… But they haven't contacted ya, have they?" I asked, I haven't noticed her being in a bad mood before now.

"No, that's what's freaks me out a bit" she said and got up from the couch "Maybe I should get home"

"Ya wanna stay? I don't want ya to be alone if ya in a bad mood" The truth was that I didn't wanted her to leave. I knew she didn't cared about being alone.

Her face lighted up a bit "That would be nice. Are you sure it's okay?" she asked.

"Of course Rikke" I said and smiled at her "You can sleep at my room, I'll just sleep on the floor or something"

We headed upstairs and said goodnight to the boys.

"Can I take a shower?" Rikke asked. 

"Sure love, I'll just show ya ma bathroom" I found a towel for her  "I'll wait here" I said and with that she left and locked the door behind her.

*Rikke's POV*

I took my clothes of and turned up the shower. Feeling the hot water on my bare skin made me relax in no time. How bad could it be? I turn 18 in a month and then my parents have nothing to say.

After about ten minutes I turned off the water and reached for the towel Niall had found.

Great. It was really small.

"Damn you Niall" I said and tried to get dry with what I had. But when I was done it appeared to me that the towel wasn't my only problem. I had no clothes to sleep in and I really hate wearing dirty underwear, I find it extremely gross. Maybe Niall had something I could borrow... so I wrapped the small towel around me, it could precisely reach around me, but it was very very short and I know my head was red as I opened the door.

"Niall?" I said and he looked up from his laptop.

When he saw what I was wearing his eyes grew big and his mouth opened slightly.

"Can I borrow some clothes" I said with a week voice. God this was embarrassing.

"Ye, sure!" he said and quickly went over to the big closet in the corner of the room. He took out a  sweater and asked "Wanna borrow some of ma boxers too?" I could tell from his face that he was close to laughing.

"Yes please" I said with burning cheeks.

Never take a shower at someone else's house again. Ever.