Putting Together the Puzzle: A Dark Niall Horan FanFiction

Chapter 24

*NIALL'S P.O.V.*

I wake up to the unfamiliar feeling of Charlie's small body in my embrace. Her face is nuzzled into my chest, her mouth slightly open, her quiet breaths escaping. Her hand rests on my chest and her leg in draped over mine.

I can't help but smile at her odd position. I take a few moments to just look at her. Her hair falls over her face in strands shielding her small amount of freckles under her cheeks. The sheets have left her body, revealing her silky skin. Her shirt his bunched, showing her stomach.

I glance back down at her hand to see a number scrawled her palm in black ink. The name Calum is written above the number. I can feel the jealousy build up inside of me, but I choose to ignore it. I don't need to get into fight with Charlie hours after getting her back. I push the thought to the back of my mind.

I run my fingers through Charlie's hair, kissing her forehead with a heavy sigh.

"Good morning." Charlie yawns awake with a simple grin.

"I was just admiring." I look down in her eyes as she blinks the sleep from her own.

"You do that a lot." She groans, resting her head in my chest.

"You aren't going anywhere are you?" I ask with a worried tone.

"Nope. Too tired." She smiles, jokingly.

I grab Charlie by the hips, rolling her over on top of me. She finally wakes up, straddling my hips.

"Good morning to the both of you." I sit up on my elbows to see Harry lounging on the recliner. He wipes the sleep from his eyes.

Charlie escapes from my grasp, removing herself from the bed and walking over to the sink. I watch as she glances down at her hand, and then proceeding to attempt to scrub the number from her hand.

"Did you have fun yesterday?" I grab a shirt from the top dresser drawer and slip it over my head.

"It was interesting." She shrugs, drying her hands. "For you?"

"He would only have one beer." Harry pipes up and Charlie just grins. "Such a Debbie Downer."

"You two want breakfast?" Charlie opens the fridge, glancing through.

"I would love some pancakes." Harry smirks and I throw a pillow at him. "Hey! She offered!"

"Don't worry about it Niall I don't mind." Charlie laughs, and I get up to meet her in the kitchen.

"Do you want some help?" I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder.

"I think I got it." She focuses on leveling out some flower so I join Harry, sitting next to him on the other recliner.

*1 HOUR LATER*

"I made that one look like Mickey Mouse." Charlie grins and I roll my eyes, digging into the plate of pancakes.

Harry has already finished two plates when there is a loud knock on the door. Harry looks up waiting for Charlie or I to move. "This isn't my house." Harry shrugs, grabbing three more pancakes.

I groan, getting up from the table and answering the door. A tall kid maybe a year or two younger than me stands in the door way. He has dark black hair and tan skin.

"Hey!" He grins.

I narrow my eyes at him in a confused look. "Do I know you?"

"Uh I am looking for Charlie?" He looks past me and turn around to see Charlie standing on her tippy toes to get a look at the stranger in the door.