The Poster

Chapter 13 ✔

He jumbed up from the couch, running into the kitchen towards the oven. Suddenly he disappeared between clouds of gray smoke which were all around the kitchen.

Oopsi?

I mean it was my fault. I shouldn't have been staring at him, so now my shin wouldn't hurt. Everything was my fault. The trouble Niall had. What if Damian gets angry about Niall's temper? Or even more worse... What if he would tell the press?! 

Oh no. Please don't.

"Shit," Niall cursed under his breath.

I stumbled on my two feet towards him. The pain wasn't that bad though. "Can.. uhm, can I help you?!" I quietly asked. He didn't answer me, too busy to talk. 

"Niall?" I asked again.

"What?!" He said waving the smoke out of his view with a tiny towel.

Oh... Now he is mad at me.

I stumbled to the window and opened it. He managed to stop the fire and soon the smoke was out of the window that I had just opened. We both stared at a little black and burnt pancake.

Well I guess no pancakes for me today.

"Sorry," I whispered.

He stood right next to me, eyes meeting mine.

"Why?!" he finally managed to respond.

"Because now the pancake is burnt and we can't -" I started to explain and apologize at the same time, but he interrupted me. 

"No! I meant, why! Why are you apologizing?!"

"Because you are in trouble since I'm around...I'm like a ... a bad influence...or something like that," I quietly stated.

"No," was all he answered to my statement. 

Mr. Horan, I don't know if you have tomatoes on your eyes or if this smoke included some marijuana, but damn... you freaking are in trouble because of me!

"You are. Damian, the pancakes," I slightly chuckled, feeling my cheeks redden with every word. "...and you have to watch over me for the night."

He sat down on the large couch, so I did the same.

"Wait?! First, it was my idea to get ya to mine for the night, plus, why would I keep just watching without doing anything while a guy wants to beat the shit out of you and your best friend?"

I  totally forgot about Claire. Gosh, my mind was a mess.

I really need to talk to her soon... Maybe I'll visit her at the hospital later...

I thought and searched for a good answer... Gosh, my mind was a mess. 

'Yes, you are so damn right Niall!' - ?

No.

'Thank ya again you are my hero..' - ?

No. Too cheesy.

"Thank you Niall. I owe you something," I finally said grinning.

"No. No! ...You ...don't need to," He said and I could definitely see a flush of redness creep onto his already rosy cheeks.

This was actually pretty cute. I smiled at him, loving his reaction, but also fascinated by his beauty.

"So what are we going to eat?" He asked me.

I shrugged.

"Aren't you guys on tour, Niall?" I asked, wondering why he is at home and not in the lad's tourbus.