Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 4: Mrs Andrews

I woke up abruptly to the noise of my mobile, buzzing in circles on my locker. I looked around sleepily at my surroundings. Beside me lay a half-naked, sleeping, Irish boy. My heart gave a few extra thuds and the memories came flooding back.

I was about to take a small peek at his body, but I realised that my phone was still excitedly waiting to be answered by me. I grabbed it and jumped out of the bed. I headed into the hall and answered it.

“Hello?” I hoarsely asked.

“Hi, Isobel. It’s me, Sarah, just wondering could you make it out to Mrs Andrews before twelve.”

“Yeah, sure, that’s fine. Bye for now.”

I hung up with a smile on my face. Mrs Andrews was an old, friendly lady, who really didn’t need to be helped, but only took had people come over to take care of her for the company. She enjoyed when you made her a cup of tea and listened to her stories.

I ran into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. I waited for the boil and poured two cups of steaming tea. I pulled the milk jug from the fridge and let some milk drop into both cups. I gently lifted both cups up and proceeded into my bedroom. The Irish boy was still peacefully sleeping. I placed one cup on the bedside locker and sat down at the end of the bed. I pulled both legs up and crossed them as quietly as I could. I pushed my cup up towards my chin and rested it against it. The warmth soothed my cold face. I stared at the Irish boy, hoping his eyes would open. He must have sensed what I was doing, as soon his eyes opened tiredly. I smiled at him as he looked towards me.

“Hey. I made a cup for you.” I smiled as I pointed towards the bedside table.

He pushed himself up and smiled. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the hot tea. He mumbled a “thanks” and took a few sips.

“I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go to work. You can stay here if you want, do your own thing. There’s breakfast in the fridge, so feel free to cook. Also, you can find my laptop in the sitting room, so you can use that. The T.V. is plugged in, so should be working. Anything else, feel free to call me.” I listed.

“Yeah sounds good.” He nodded.

“Hey, um, about last night…” I trailed off. I wasn’t quite sure what to say about it.

“We were both drunk. Let’s just keep it to ourselves, no one needs to know.” He finished.

I had to admit, his words stung me. I really wasn’t expecting him to say it. I knew he was famous and it probably wouldn’t be good for the world to know he had spent the night at a poor girl’s house, he was supposed to be off with rich and famous people, not anybody like me. I nodded at him and left the room to get ready.

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I fiddled in my coat jacket for my set of keys that held each houses key. I produced a large bunch of keys and continued to search through each key to find the one that fit the lock. After taking several minutes, I finally found the right one. I placed it in the lock and turned it right, the door instantly clicked and I pushed it open.

“Hi, it’s me, Mrs Andrews. Just Isobel. What would you like to eat?” I called.

“I made some potato and leek soup earlier with Ally, feel free to pour us both some. There’s also some homemade bread in there. When you’re ready, take it into the sitting room and we can have a catch up.” She called back.

I made my way straight down the large hall, which was decorated with old family photos. A large table in the middle of the hall held beautiful fresh daffodils and a house phone. I passed both out and pushed the heavy white door that led into the huge kitchen.