Little Bird [A Niall Horan Fanfiction]

chapter 12

*Phoenix POV*

I woke up in bed, a pair of arms wrapped around me tightly. I smiled when I saw Niall's adorable sleeping face... he looked like a little puppy and I just wanted to hug him all day long... his eyes, though.... I could just look into them all day long.

"Nialler, wake up." I said gently, lifting my right arm up and poking him in the nose. His eyes blearily opened for a second and he stared at me before catching my right hand and putting it against his chest, trapping my arms.

"Go back to sleep, Nixxy." He said, groggily. OH MY CHRIST ON A BIKE HIS MORNING VOIIIICCEE.

"I'll make you breakfast." I said, whispering in his ear. Hey, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

His eyes opened a little wider and he looked like he was considering the offer, "How about we both make breakfast?" He suggested, running his thumb over my cheek, causing a shiver down my spine. The effect this boy had on me, I swear.

"Sounds like a plan, Stan." I said with a smile. He laughed and sat up, pulling me with him. He stood up and this was the first moment I realized that he didn't have a shirt on, only pajama pants. My cheeks flushed with red as he scooped me into his arms, the bare skin of my arms against the smooth skin of his chest. I swear my head was going to explode from it....

Niall carried me out into the kitchen and I saw an unusual sight.... there was no one else in the hotel room with us. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 8 o'clock in the morning. Usually someone was up by now and stalking eachother's bedrooms.... I was used to it, "So what are we going to make?" I asked when Niall set me down on the counter.

"I don't know, what do you want to make?" He asked, leaning against the counter next to me. 

"Whatever you want, I'm a pretty good cook." I said, smiling cheekily.

He chuckled, "Guess I'll just have to see for myself if that's true or not." He said, kissing my cheek, causing me to freakin' giggle and shiver at the same time. Concern filled his eyes.

"Are you cold? I can go get my sweatshirt for you if you are." Niall said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Oh, this boy, he was so clueless.

"I'm fine, Ni. Let's make pancakes!" I said, the idea hitting me. Excitement shot through me at the thought of being able to eat something besides hospital food...... shit...... I haven't eaten since I got out of the hospital...... DON'T TELL LIAM OR NIALL, THEY WILL FLIP APE SHIT.

I hopped down from my perch on the counter and felt annoyance towards the walking cast. That's when I decided to do something that would probably freak Niall out or mystify him to no end.

I sat down and took the cast off, "What are you doing? It has to heal, Nix!" Niall said to me, walking over and sitting in the chair next to me.

"Its bugging me, and I can heal my ankle. I was just letting it heal naturally so that nobody would get suspicious." I said, running my hand over my ankle and supressing the wince of pain from the fracture that was still there. I concentrated and fire erupted on my hand, circling around my ankle and sinking into my skin, mending everything that was harmed and hadn't healed. The swelling went down significantly and the bruising was gone. I smiled and stood up, no pain in my ankle. I jumping up and down.... HEY, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO DO IT FOR 3 MONTHS, GIVE ME SOME SLACK.

Niall laughed at me and stood up, encircling his arms around my waist, but lifted me up over his shoulder and started running, "I think its time the boys got up, don't you think?" He asked mischeiviously.

"For sure. Do you guys have an interview today?" I asked.

"Yeah, around 10, but after that I've something special planned for you." Niall said, walking out of the hotel room, me still thrown over his shoulder. I started squirming and he set me down on my feet. We went to Harry's room first. He was always the funnest to wake up (insert evil smirk here).