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I really like you

Kylie’s P.O.V :

I settled Niall on one of the island stools in the kitchen and disappeared upstairs into the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit in one of the cupboards below the sink. I could hear his humming even from up here, not that I didn’t think it wasn’t one of the sweetest tones I’ve ever listenned to, because it definitely was.

A few seconds later I ran down the stairs and re-entered once again the kitchen, settling myself on the stool opposite him.

«  You don’t have to do that you know.. » Niall began, pointing with his free hand at the kit while I started applying a cleanser on his other arm. 

« Don’t start with that, I’ve told you it’s all good » I flashed him a smile. « Besides, I know you won’t be able to take care of yourself on your own. »

« And what exaclty make you say that ? » He gasped, faking offense,even though I could see sparkles of amusement in his mezmerizing eyes.

« Well I’m not the one who practically jumped into a bush full of roses with needles all over them, am I ? » I asked, teasing him a little bit, making us both push the reason why he put that card on my porch into the back of our minds.

« But all I saw was trees.. How in the world was I supposed to know there were aslo roses ? »

« You could have at least looked around »

« Right.. » He rolled his eyes, making me giggle one again.

« You’ve got quite a cute laugh by the way » he said, giving me a genuinly sweet grin.

That caught me off guard. I tried my best to stay cool and not seem at all fazed by his compliment, but I couldn’t prevent the rising color on my cheeks.

«  Oh Well thank you Horan, Sir » I answered, trying to supress the smile now tugging on my lips, but of course I failed.

He replied with a chuckle.

I busied myself with cleaning his scratches, and moved on to applying bandadges, but I could feel his stare on me, almost making a hole in my face. It was at the same time flatering and disturbing, but I prefered not commenting on it, afraid I’d put a much long distance between us after all the work we put in trying to bring each other closer.

I did scare him a bit when I told him he needed some stitches, especially on the scratches he had on his jawline, a perfect one as I didn’t fail to notice, and the look on his face right then was by far the most hilarious one ever.

«  You’re so mean » He muttered under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear, and poutted in a rather adorable fashion.

«  And I bet you love it ! » What ? Did. That. Really. Just. Cross. My. Mouth.

« True that » he replied with a cheeky grin.

I tried dis-missing this conversation getting a little bit teasing, if not intimate. But then I was done with the scratches on his arms and moving to his jawline.