Give Me Love: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

~* A/N so were at chapter eight..what a milestone

im joking but you better look forward to our a/n's cause these things are hard to write

just kidding im just being a bitch

ok EPIC STORY TIMEE

i was at a church thing

we babysat like all the kids in our church for SIX FUCKING HOURS and i was like crying cause they were scary and they always jumped on you and it would be easier if it wasnt from 5 pm to 11 pm ya know

but the whole time

i had to take care of this baby

dont get me wrong

i fucking love babies

but this baby

FUCKING SLOBBERING MACHINE

LIKE TF DO YOU WANT

MY SHOULDER?

GO AHEAD EAT IT

but i cant really blame her cause shes blind BUT I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES SO CUTE

anyways

when shes older i want her to read this book so heres my letter to wattpad~

dear wattpad,

i know this baby

who is a motherfucking boss

shes blind

her left eye is completely disconnected from her optic nerve but they discovered 15% of vision in her right. its highly unlikely she'll see someday. i want her to have the privilege or however the fuck you spell that to read this book. so if you would please, make braille wattpad.

thanks, its for the blind children(:

love

ashtyn

iloveyoubabypigeons<3

~mama pigeon.

Chapter 8

Liam's POV:

"Come on, mate, we've got an interview," I said, poking Zayn in the face for the hundredth time. He slept like a rock and it always took him forever to get up. Instead of an, "Okay Liam, I'll be ready in ten." or a, "Sure, I'll be there soon." I get a "fuck you" and a slap to the face.

Lovely.

Aren't we just peachy in the morning.

Rubbing my sore cheek, I went into his bathroom, searching for a cloth. I held it under cold water, soaking it. I thought about pressing it to my cheek, but decided Zayn should get up. There was ice downstairs. I tossed the sopping square of fabric at the Zayn's face and sprinted out of the room.

"LIAM YOU FAGGOT!"

Zayn chased after me, knocking down Harry in the hallway in the meantime. He caught up to me and tackled me to the couch.

"You little prick," he growled.

"You liked it," I remarked, kissing my finger and booping Zayn's nose. The worst thing you could do when Zayn was angry at you was act lovey-dovey. Which is exactly what I did.

He groaned at my actions. "You're so ANNOYING, Liam." Everything he said in the morning was out of complete and utter anger, because he was even more of a not-morning person than Josie.

Shit, Josie.

I haven't spoken to her in almost a week. I think I've done a pretty good job of ignoring her during the day and avoiding her presence at the dinner table. It sounds quite rude, but over the years, I've learned if you ignore her she'll get over it.