When I woke up the clock said 3:30pm.
Hmm. Guess I was still tired. But, I also sleep for a while when I cry. So it makes sense.
I stretched and then made my way to the bathroom.
I did my business and washed my hands.
I looked in the mirror and saw that I looked dead tired.
I walked out of the bathroom and my bedroom and down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and made me a glass of water. Then leaned against the counter.
Niall walked in and made his way to the fridge.
He started rummaging through it and humming to himself and dancing a bit.
I couldn't help it and let a few giggles escape my mouth.
He instantly looked up and when he saw he was caught, he chuckled awkwardly.
"Hey, Nialler. Whatcha doin?" I asked.
"Looking for food. I'm hungry." He said and I giggled again.
"You are always hungry. What do you want? And don't say Nandos. Or Chinese." I said/asked.
"Hmm. What about macaroni and cheese, with chicken in it?" He asked.
"Sounds good to me. I like that food, so its a win-win." I said and he nodded happily. I made some with a snap of my fingers and yelled, " lunch is done!"
I made me a bowl as the boys came downstairs.
I sat down at the table and as Liam walked past me, he stopped and kissed my cheek.
"How are you doing?" He asked, genuinely interested.
"I'm OK right now. Thank you for asking." I said back to him.
He went over to the food and made him a bowl.
He came back over to me and sat by me.
The rest of the boys sat at the table too.
"Hey, Little Red? Can we talk after we get done eating?" Zayn asked me. He sounded kind of nervous.
I swallowed the food I had in my mouth and then talked.
"Yeah. We need to talk anyway." I said and he nodded.
"OK." I said and went back to eating.
After a couple of minutes of small talk, we were all done. Well, except for Niall.
I got up from the table and put my bowl and spoon in the sink. Zayn followed my lead.
I led him upto my bedroom and closed the door behind us.
I sat on my bed cross-legged and patted the spot next to me.
He sat next to me. He mimicked me and sat cross-legged too.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" I asked him and saw him take a deep breath.
He turned his head to me and started to talk. "I'm so sorry, Michelle. I really am. I had no reason to blow up like that earlier. I am a really bad parent and i don't deserve you."
"Don't ever say that, I love you with all of my heart. I have always loved you, and Liam both. Even though the way I love you two are different, I still love you the same. Sure we've had our differences and fights, but, that never stopped me from loving you. Every time you say something like that, it tears a chunk out of my heart.
What you did earlier, made me realize something. It made me realize that everything is not as it seems. Everything can fall apart at just a few words. What Louis said was true. He found me in Liam's bed this morning. We didn't do anything. Nothing but cuddle. He held me and got me to have a decent nights sleep for the first time in eight years.
Every night I would go to sleep and wake up after a few hours with a nightmare.
I'm sorry for running off this mornimg, but you started to remind me of my dad and I couldn't take it. I had to get away. I was scared that you would hit me. My dad used to beat me, but no one ever knew because my skin heals very fast." I said and he looked at me the entire time.
"I'm very sorry that you thought I was going to hit you. I would never touch you like that. Ever. And I'm sure that you and Liam didn't do anything. Liam's to innocent to do anything. So are you. I don't think you have even had your first kiss yet. Anyway. It makes me sad that last night was the first night that you have had a decent night's sleep in years. I'm sorry." He said and I reached over and pulled him into a bear-hug.
He hugged me back and I buried my face in his neck.
"Are we good?" He asked and I nodded my head yes. "Good."
I unwrapped myself from him and stood up as a plan came to me.
"C'mon. Lets go. I have a plan. I need you to slap me though." I said and he looked atmme like I had gone crazy.
"No! That's absurd! I just told you that I would never hit you. And here you are, trying to get me to hit you. No! Absolutely not!" He raged.
"I was just kidding. I don't need you to slap me. I just wanted to make sure that what you said was true." I said and he deflated and the angry look he got on his face went away.
"Was that your prank for me." He asked.
"Kind of." I responded.
He nodded and I started to speak again.
"OK. Do you have anything we can do? I have an idea, but I'm not quite sure how they would like it." I said and he looked at me interested.
"What is the plan?" He asked.
"We get water guns. Except for we fill them with whipped cream and food coloring. I will make it to where we don't run out as long as you need it. When you don't need it anymore, then yell 'PEACHES!' And it will stop. When you need it again y'all 'peaches' again." I said and he looked impressed.
I don't think he expected me to think of something like that. I was kind of impressed with myself too.
"Go change into something you won't mind getting covered in whipped cream. I'll put some guns, one each, in front of them. Wherever they are and we'll have two." I said and he nodded and went to change.
I changed into a big, baggie sweatshirt and some sweatpants.
Zayn came back dressed in practically the same thing.
"Ready? Let's go." I said when he nodded.
I put a gun in front of each of the boys downstairs and we ran down them. They were all in the livingroom. We ran behind the couches and crouched down.
I started the countdown.
5
4
3
2
1
GO!
Let the games begin.
