out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 61

"Hell, yeah!" I quickly stand up and catch her in the bathroom. We shower together and sing along together and cracking jokes to each other. When we finally finish, she puts on my clothes that seem to be in her drawer since I love to leave them here. "You look really cute in my clothes."

"Did you hear that?" Melanie lifts her index finger to me as I hear someone downstairs, doing dishes. "My mom." Her eyes go wide. "How long has she been here?" She opens the door and rush through the stairs. Mary has changed and she is doing the dishes in the kitchen. "Mom?"

"Hey, you guys." She keeps on holding the smirk behind her face, it's kind of obvious.

"Mom, how long have you," She sits on the counter, looking at me like she's going to die anytime soon. "been here?"

"Like, an hour ago." She says, wiping the stains I made when I cooked. "Who cooked the rice? It's really good!"

"I did." I say, taking a seat on the chair.

"Mom," Melanie calls her. "did—did you hear—ugh, noises?" She scrunches her nose.

"No, what noise?"

"Oh," She breaths in relief. "I tho—"

"The part when you guys aremoaning? I hear the whole of it." She crooked smiles.

"Mom!" Melanie growls.

"I don't mind at all, really, you guys are young." She calmly states. I sit there, off guard.        

"It's not that, it's just—awkward." She stands on her foot and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"No, it's not. Goodnight!" She says before closing the door behind her.

I burst into laughter, Melanie shoots a glare at me stopping myself from laughing.

The next day, I drive Melanie to the school and drive myself to campus. The rest of the classes go fine and casual as I meet a couple of my friends asking me where have I been. Although, I can't get the thought of Melanie last night. God, the way she looked with her black laced bra. Her black pantie and her bum and damn, her breasts. I laugh at my thoughts while I'm writing notes. A buzz from my phone interrupts my thoughts during break.

"Who's that?" Trevor asks me.

"Hello?"

"Niall!" Zayn's voice coos into my ear.

"Zayn! You still up for tonight, aren't you?" I ask him through the line.

"Well, yeah, we'll all be there at 9." He says.

"Okay, tell the lads I said hi."

"Sure, see you man." Zayn hangs up the phone.

"Lads?" Trevor asks me. "Let me guess, Irish friends?" Trevor laughs.

"They are not Irish, Trev." I join him laughing.

"By the way, since you haven't helping the dudes, someone actually replaced you." Trevor informs.

"Yeah? Who is the unfortunate guy?" I chuckle.

"Jeremy or James, I don't know. I forgot his name."

"Jamie." I answer, emotionless.

Right! Jamie it is."

"What about Nathan?"

"What about him?"

"He's still around?"

"Yeah." He takes another sip of his coke. "The guys are asking where you've been, man." He chuckles as he stands up for our next class. "Gary too." Gary, the president of the frat. The senior.

MELANIE RICHARDS

I run down the flight of stairs with doubts all over my head that this dress is too vulgar for me to wear. Since I have big boobies it feels like it's time to reveal it and turn Niall on. No, no. It sounds creepy and I have no intentions on getting Niall turned on or anything it's just I usually dressed up with monochrome colors and sometimes being sexy and slutty is not my kind of outfit that I would wear everyday. Not like I have lower self esteem, but because sometimes I feel eyes on me which is I love attention from certain people only but I don't like too much attention. Maybe I'm babbling too much I should get going. It's just an ordinary clubbing thing with Niall's—apparently hang out guys.

I take a one last glance at myself in a mirror. I'm glad that Niall bought this. The dress is perfect.

My blue tight strapless dress is covering the minority of my body. I look nice though, my hair and makeup. I open the door to see Niall sitting on my porch just the way I pictured when I saw him that first day when he got me dead flowers in cold breeze air. He looks up to me in awe and his smile is probably the highlight of the night. I giggle and roll my eyes. He stands up revealing his maroon flannel shirt with his bare chest showing his growing little amount of chest hairs. He wears a knee-ripped skinny jeans and well nothing other than his face is the attention of this moment.

"Whoa." He checks me out.

"Whoa? It needs gut to wear this dress and all you said is 'whoa'? Is something wrong with it? Do I look weird? Or—"

"You look perfect." His accent says right in front of my face sending me chills down my spine as he wraps my waist with his big hairy arms and he smirks. He leans in to take a pinch of my lips with his thin plump lips that I found addicting lately. "I should fuck you in that dress." He blatantly whispers on my ears.

"Yeah, Niall. Whatever."