Give Me Love: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Five

~*A/N hi pigeons.

chapter five niggas.

right now my cat is laying upside down on my foot

i hope your cat isnt as weird as minee

his nickname is boobear because im just that fancy

i love you

alot

more than you know;D

just kidding

i love you as my baby pigeons:)

xxx mama pigeon*~

Chapter Five

Josie's POV:

I woke up in my room Liam had given me. It was a pretty big room- bigger than the one I had back home. A lot of things here were better than back at home.

My room here in London had all white walls except for one turquoise one. I had a large, fluffy king size bed. It was decorated with a white duvet with turquoise swirly patterns and about 10 throw pillows. A turquoise rug fell over my shiny, wood floor. I had a white dresser containing my clothes and a white nightstand holding a chrome lamp, some books, and my phone charger.

My white walls were covered with black and white pictures of artsy things, like the Eiffel Tower, fields of wildflowers, amusment parks, and downtown busy cities. They were covered with turquoise frames and hung in a straight line. To contradict them, the turquoise wall had a white paint stripe, the same thickness as the picture frames.

Giant windows stretched across one wall, and over looked a cute little pond with a dock and a miniature bridge. Every morning, there was a different flower in a clear vase on my dresser. This morning, there was a single, beige Calla Lily sitting in the water.

Waking up every morning was a joy.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my blonde hair. I've been here in London for a little over a week now, and it is fantastic. A few days ago, the boys took me sightseeing, and Niall held my hand and shared his umbrella with me.

Of course we got evil glares from Liam.

Liam is SUCH a tight ass. Ugh, why can't he be NORMAL and let me date! We're cousins, not each other's bodyguards.

I opened up my closet and sorted through some clothes. I found a pair of high waisted white shorts and paired it with a white tank top and a light blue zip up I had stolen from Zayn on my third night here. Half of the clothes in my closet were the boys' clothes.

They didn't mind. I hope.

I tied up my hair in a ponytail and applied some lip balm. Tweaking the rubber band around, I headed down the stairs.

Louis was sitting on the couch, texting someone. He was wearing a pair of red sweats and was absent-mindedly playing with the hem of his white tshirt. He looked up from the screen of his iPhone and his face lit up.

"Jo!" he shouted, jumping up to pull me into a hug.

"Hi, Lou!" I said, tugging at his grey beanie. "Who are you texting?"

"Eleanor," he said, blushing.

"Awww! Louis is in loooove!" I chirped, earning a gentle hit to the arm.

"Girl, please," said Louis, rolling his eyes.

"Where is everyone?"

"Well, Zayn, Liam, and Harry have an interview until two today," said Lou, looking at the clock. 12:10. "And as for your boyfriend, he's still asleep."