Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 7: Breakfast Time

I pushed myself up and looked around the unfamiliar room. I was covered with a black, cosy blanket and had slept in a very comfortable bed. I pulled the cover off of me and got up. I noticed I was only wearing my underwear, somehow I’d either ripped them off or someone had helped them off.

 I walked over to the window that was covered by a long, black curtain. I pulled it across and looked out at the beautiful view. I was surrounded by large, striking buildings. I took it all in, wherever I was, was amazing. The buildings all looked very similar, but had a unique point about each.

I decided it was be a good idea to lurk around the place where I was. I grabbed my jeans that were thrown untidily on the floor. I pulled them on and zipped myself up. I headed out towards the door and pulled it open. I walked along the neat wooden floor.

Meer seconds of me leaving the room, I was met with Niall walking towards me, much to my relief. It was nice to know I was not with a stranger. He had two pints of water in his hands as he walked towards me.

He was dressed in grey, baggy, fat-man tracksuit ends and a plain white t-shirt. His hair was flattened down, without his normal gel and stylishness.

“Hey, I thought you might need one of these. Feel okay?” Niall called as he walked towards me.

I nodded at him and he continued to come closer to me. He gracefully passed the water. I accepted and placed the glass on my lips and gulped it.

“So, um, did you take my pants off or was that me?” I fretfully asked. Niall suddenly seemed awkward.

“Well, that would be me… I-um I thought it’d help. You looked like you were, um, struggling.” Niall announced meekly. I watched as he vigorously turned with a delicate step in a different direction. I watched intently before following after him.

We both arrived in a room with a television blasting. Niall laid down on the sofa and patted a space beside him.

“Well, if you really want.” I smiled.

I made my way over and took my seat beside him. I observed him as he carelessly picked up the remote and began to flick through the channels rapidly. I flicked my eyes towards the television. Niall stopped on a channel and looked towards me, satisfied.

"It's nice to relax like this. We're going on tour next week and you never get to chill. Always moving around and travelling." Niall sighed.

"Oh, how long will you be gone for?" I asked. I didn't know they were going on tour, it had never come up, but I guess, why would it have? It was none of my business.

"Too long. You won't get to see my beautiful face for so long, poor you." Niall laughed.

I smiled at him, but I knew the smile didn't reach my eyes. I felt a pang of hurt that I wouldn't get to see him, I was falling for him hard and the thought of not seeing him was killing me already. What if he came back and we never spoke again? I was enjoying having friends too much. 

We both sat in silence after that. I was too worried about what my life would be like being alone again, I thought it could only go up from here. 

“You don’t mind if the lads come over? It’s sort of a tradition now that they come over and we have a lovely fry up.” He jittered.

“Why would you ask me? You realise I don’t live here…” I smirked.

“Hey! It’s called being nice! I was just wondering if you were up for people to be around right now. You might be a little hung over.” He smiled. 

I appreciated his kindness; it was rare I experienced someone concerned about how I felt.  I couldn’t help but stupidly grin at him, as I felt a tug on the corner of my lips. His face suddenly screwed up, I could tell he didn’t understand why I was smiling.