Chapter 6. Unplanned

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CHAPTER 6.

*Sarah's POV* 

“Everybody up!” I awoke hearing Louis shouting from the kitchen. I squinted my eyes open and was blinded by the light streaming in threw the white curtains across the room. I gained conciseness and realized there was a snoring Niall wrapped tightly around me. I turned my head, planting a soft kiss on his still lips. They were so smooth and addicting to kiss, everything about him made me want to flux into a melting pot of  his adorableness. His lips curled into a sleepy grin as he fluttered his beautiful blue eyes upon me, making my senses fall weak under his stunning gaze.

“Morning sunshine.” I whispered. 

“Top of the Morning to you, beautiful” His raspy low voice stated. 

“Louis calls” I informed him. 

“He’s cooking something…I can smell it.” Niall sniffed the air. 

“I can’t even smell anything.” I laughed. 

“I am an expert” He said confidently raising his eye brows.

“Is that so?” 

He nodded. I giggled and pulled my blankets over my head. 

“I had no idea that was going to happen last night.” He referred to our “idea of fun” last night. I blushed and rolled over to hide it. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about babe.” He smiled at my overly red cheeks. 

“That was my first time.” I pursed my lips together trying not to let the heat rise up to my face again. 

“So, you were great!” 

“Niall!!!!” I curled into a ball under the blankets completely humiliated. 

“What? You were. And you know what?” He crawled under the blankets and held my face in his hands. 

“Whaaat..” I stated unsure and embarrassed. 

“I love you even more. I am so in love with you I could marry you right now.” He smiled and kissed my nose. He mentioned marriage…he wants to get married? I was lost in confusion and wasn’t even sure if I wanted to get married. I love him to the moon and back but I am only a sophomore in collage and he is in a band. It would never work, plus his fans would go literally mad. I am definitely over thinking the whole thing, I thought. He was clearly using it as a metaphor. Duh. I smiled and kissed him pushing all the worries away and accepting the compliment. When the time comes, the time comes. 

“I love you too.” I answered. “Lets get down stairs” 

“Why?” Niall wined. 

“Because Louis made food, and I can hear the rest of the gang down stairs.” I pulled the blanket off us and started to make my way to the bathroom. 

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