Nevermind Me

Chapter 11

Louis-

We woke up the other boys quickly, being sure not to disturb Jay. They joined in with the teasing almost as soon as they opened their eyes.

"Shut it!" scream whispered Niall.

"NEVER!" I scream whispered back. Even though we hasn't actually been talking, just making faces at him.

Seriously though? This was adorable. I still couldn't believe this was happening and he was lucky Paul wasn't here to see it.

NIALL'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!

HAHAHAHA- I thought, smiling at him. He stuck his tongue out at me and I returned the gesture.

Then a small tap at the window made us all jump. Harry's mum had noticed we were here but not coming in. She peered in Liam's window an I opened my door. I pressed my finger to my lips and got out. She stepped in, giving me a confused look. Then she saw Niall and Jay and almost cooed at how cute they looked.

Harry snickered and motioned for Liam to open the door and get out. Niall blushed deeper and whispered that he was going to stay with Jay for a while.

Zayn nodded and got out aswell. Harry's mum waved at Niall sweetly then closed the door behind her.

We made it to the kitchen before we broke out laughing and screaming, Harry'a mum included.

"DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?"

"THEY ARE SO CUTE!"

"BWAHAHAHAHA IMAGINE HER WHEN SHE WAKES UP!"

"OMG I LOVE IT!"

"DID YOU GET A PICTURE?!"

"NIALL THE LUCKY BIT-"

"YA I GOT A PHOTO!"

"SHOULD WE WAKE THEM UP?"

"I SWEAR THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER!"

"HAHAHAHA!"

"NO DON'T WAKE THEM UP!"

It lasted for about 10 whole minutes before we finally calmed down.

Niall-

At last, I was alone with Jay. I knew she would be embarrassed when she woke up, but whatever. I had something I wanted to ask her and now seemed like the perfect time.

I just hoped it worked.

I sat, my arm still around her. She was very bony after living without enough to eat but the last week she has filled out.

She's also been opening up. Not about her past, but little things. Slowly, she was becoming our best friend.

Often, since she was with us all the time, we would just sit and talk. The two of us. I learnt her favourite colour (purple), that our kiss had been her first, her favourite food (pasta) and that her father wasn't going to miss her. Her favourite flowers were tulips, she adored all music, photography was what saved her from life in the gutters (and what brought her to us), and she had a beautiful, free laugh.

She also said that he liked the way my eyes looked in the sun.

Maybe we weren't best friends.

Maybe we were more....

These thoughts filled my head as I absently rubbed her back. Without thinking, I lent down and kisse the top of her head. I smiled as she mumbled something and cuddled in closer.

I jumped and yelled a little as she suddenly shot up into a sitting position, pulling away from me terrified. She shot our of my arms and cowered in the corner on the other side of the car.