Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

Jealousy Isn't Your Colour

Felicity's P.O.V.

When I woke up later in the week, Niall was still sleeping. He had taken refuge in my room, and hadn't used the guest room since he got here. I pried his arms from around my waist, and quietly crept downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I seen that Cadence was awake as well, and was sitting in the kitchen. He has been back for about a week and a half, and we were totally back to normal. "Hey," he said, smiling at me.

"Hey," I greeted back. "Do you want any coffee or anything?"

"Yeah, sure. A cup of coffee would be great."

I went and turned on the keurig, and got two cups down from the cupboard. "What do you take in it?" I asked him.

"Two sugars and milk," was his answer. I looked at the Keurig to see that it was ready. I made Cadence's coffee first. "What kind of coffee?" We had a huge variety to go with the Keurig, most of which I didn't even know existed until we bought it. "Just breakfast blend is fine."

I put said K-cup in the machine and waited for it to finish. While we were waiting, I got the milk out of the fridge and put a spoon in the sugar bowl, also grabbing a spoon to stir the coffee with. When I walked back to the counter, Cadence's coffee was done. I put in his sugar and milk, and handed it to him. He took it, thanking me.

I started making my own coffee, putting my sugar in before putting it in the Keurig. I had a certain way of making my coffee and tea. If it was done any other way, it would taste different. After I added my milk and stirred my coffee, I put the spoons away and turned off the Keurig.

Cadence and I walked into the living room after that, because it was more comfortable. We sat down on the couch, me curled up in a ball with my knees pulled to my chest, and just sat there quietly for a couple minutes. Then he turned to me with an eager grin on his face. I looked at him, a little nervous about the look on his face.

"So, about you and this Niall guy..." He cheekily winked at me, eagerly waiting for my reply.

"What about him?" I asked, trying to brush it off for as long as possible. He would get it out of me eventually. He gave me a look. "Yes?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious. He kept looking at me. I stayed quiet.

Just then, I noticed a blob of water floating through the air. Oh, shit. I stayed quiet for a little while longer, hoping he'd forget about his weapon floating through the air. He didn't. "OK, ok! Fine!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in surrender. I seen the water float bak to the kitchen and then heard the sound of it going down the drain in the sink

."That wasn't fair," I said to him, fake pouting.

"Everything is fair when i'm looking for info," he said, sticking his tongue out at me. I noticed both of our mugs were empty. I seen the opportunity and I took it. I tried to grab both of our mugs and take them to the kitchen, but hands grabbed me around the waist. I squealed in fear, trying to get away. "No!No!" I yelled struggling as much as possible.

"You aren't going anywhere," he said, laughing and pinning me to the couch. He had my arms held above my head, and was sitting on my thighs, preventing any movement. He wiggled his fingers at me threateningly. "Give me details," he said, getting ready to tickle me if he had to. "Never!" I yelled defiantly. "Suit yourself!" he yelled, laugheing.

Next thing I knew, he was attacking my ribs with sharp, ticklish fingers. I laughed loudly, trying to bat his hands away, forgetting they were pinned above my head. I tried to squirm away from him, but I couldn't move. "Stop it!" I yelled, laughing. "Stop! Stop, my stomach hurts," I laughed. He stopped tickling me for a second. "Gi-"