Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen 

-Lilah-

He scared the crap out of me. He knows I get scared easily which bugs me. Especially when I'm singing. He’s my best friend and I only let him hear me sing. Yeah, I let the boys hear me once, it was only that one time. I’ve gotten better since then but they’ll never know about it.

“Fuck you Niall! You know how I am about that!” I scream at him giggling. We always curse at each other when we’re mad but deep down, we love each other.

“Sorry I thought it’d be funny,” he replies in between fits of laughter. I playfully hit him on the shoulder. His adorable laugh is contagious.

“Well it wasn’t,” I reply pouting. I cross my arms over my chest and act like a two year old. He wraps his arms around me. I instantly feel more heat.

“I sowwy lovee,” he replies mimicking my tone. I jump out of his arms and smile, feeling accomplished. I start to giggle uncontrollably at his alarmed reaction.

“Softie,” I mutter loudly. He hears it and gives me a fake angry look. I wrap my arms around him now. “But you know I love you,” I reply giggling. He stands up and so do I. we head in the kitchen, of course, we’re scanning for food. I swear sometimes he’s more like my brother than Harry is.

“Tea? Cocoa? Coffee? That’s all we really have warm wise,” I say scanning the cupboard. “Cocoa,” he replies.

“That’s a first,” I say in-between giggles. I open the packet letting the powder fall to the bottom of the cup. I walk over to the fridge door, pressing the water button. I put it in the microwave and turn back to the Irishman sitting on one of the stools that connect to the island.

“So enlighten me with your Irish accent on why you’re up at,” I look down at my watch, “8:54 am on a beautiful Friday morning?” I ask looking into his blue green eyes.

“Rehearsals for our tour,” he says as I add the usual. Milk, marshmallows, cinnamon, and vanilla. I look at him questioningly.

“When do you leave me?” I ask my voice cracking as I spoke. I slide his drink over to him not daring looking into his eyes. He swiftly moves behind me. His strong arms wrap around my waist.

“I'm not leaving you. You’re coming too. If I were, I’d come back for you, back for you, back for you, for you-ooh-ooh,” he sings to me. I always loved when he sang. It was angelic. It was the best when we sang together.

I let out a sigh. It was a mixture of relief and worry in a way. “When do we leave?” I ask lowly. I can just tell in his voice that he brightened up a bit.

“Two days,” he replies sounding even more like a leprechaun than usual.

I giggle at his excitement. “Guess I should start packing. Wanna help?” he nods as we head back to my room avoiding the hot cocoa I just made.

-Niall-

I could tell by the way she sighed, she didn’t want to go. Deep down she did, but there was something holding her back. Was it leaving her friends behind? Scared because she was going to a new place?

Then it hit me. It was a specific reason. It was a specific person. Louis. She was heartbroken after he dumped her when she was smitten with him early into the relationship.

Whenever she was around him, after the heart break was over, she’d be quiet and shy around him. She’d try not to talk to him but be polite too. I thought that was sweet of her, despite what happened between them.

Last year we had a short tour. A month, almost two. She could handle a month or two of being shy and quiet around him. It was the parties without him that made her show her true spots. The spots that made me fall in love with her.

“Niall?!” She whined making me snap out of my thoughts. She was snapping her fingers in front of my face trying to get my attention. When I finally looked up at her, she giggled. I love her giggle. It’s just so cute and I can’t help but laugh with her.

“Should I pack everything? Is it going to be warm or cold most of the time?” she asked referring to her clothes. I think we’re going to be a mix.

“Um both I think. Pack umm…” I walk over to her closet glancing through it. I never knew she had dresses and skirts and… girly stuff. It was always jeans and a hoodie for her.

I started chucking random articles of clothing on the bed. Stuff I like. Stuff I think she would like. Even some stuff I didn’t even know was.

“Nialler,” she whined. I turned around to face her. “How am I going to fit everything in one suitcase?” she asked giggling. I just shrugged in response. “I guess we can try.”

-Lilah-

We were basically chucking random clothes everywhere. One pile was to bring. Another was to keep. The last was to throw or give away. I had way too many clothes to bring.

“This would be easier if Lou were here, you know,” Niall states. I look to meet his ocean colored eyes. His reflected hope but mine reflected regret and annoyance.

“No. he’s not coming back here. Ever,” I reply avoiding his eyes. He just doesn’t understand the heartbreak and pain I went through two years ago. No one does.

“Lilah?” I look up to meet his sad eyes. “It’s been two years. Don’t you think you should put that behind you and start fresh?” he asks mimicking his eyes from earlier.

I avoid his question and keep going through my walk-in closet. “Bring, keep, throw away?” I ask holding up the dress.

“Hmm… try it on?” he asks. I let out a giggle and shove him out. “Awe Nialler can’t see?” he whines. I peak my head out and shake my head. I zipper the dress up and walk out only to be tackled down by four boys.

“At least I had clothes on before you tackled me. That would’ve been awkward,” they all laugh except Louis.

-Louis-

“We’re going to Lilah’s. ALL of us are. Come over in 10,” Harry texts me. I really don’t want to go. She hates me. Her roommates hate me. That whole flat is basically ‘hate Lou day’ everyday. Basically they treat me like an asshole so that’s what I return them with.

Thank god is flat is a block away. My old one was like half an hour. I couldn’t walk to it like I can now.

“So why are we going to that bitch of a sister’s flat?” I ask with a huge jolt of annoyance. They all glare at me like I killed a puppy. Sorry if I'm just stating the facts.

“Lou! Could you be less of a dick around her! Damn no wonder why she can’t stand you!” Harry screams at me. Okay that burns. Really Harry? Way to be a dick!

“Whatever! Let’s just go!”

We head over and hear giggling. Obviously that’s her but… who was making her laugh like that? The only time I heard her laugh like that was with me, when we were dating. That means…

We quietly walk into her room and tackle her to the ground. As soon as she sees my face, she freezes. Perfect reaction. “At least I had clothes on before you tackled me. That would’ve been awkward,” she says giggling. I had no reaction but the boys were laughing. What were they doing before we were around?

**A/N** So… Erm… Basically

Heyy again

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