Letters To Niall

Chapter 18 Lemonade, and Hot Chocolate

(A/N) - Dedicated to DesereeH because she left me a cute comment in the last chapter, and she was wanting me to update right away ahaah! If you want the next chapter to be dedicated to you, just leave me your opinion on this chapter! Hope you like it. xx

Chapter 18 - Lemonade, and Hot Chocolate

I was shivering all the way to Niall's house, my teeth chattering just adding to the obvious... I was cold. Actually no, I was freezing. Have you ever been in the situation where fresh, ice cold lemonade had been thrown onto the top half of your body, then you had to walk a while in cold weather? I was in that situation right now, and I can tell you, it Isn't a good situation to be in. Niall's muscular arm wrapped around me wasn't making much difference with my body tempreture, but I wasn't going to point that out. Why? Because his arm around me felt amazing. If it wasn't for the cold wind, and sticky liquid on me right now, this could've been a perfect moment.

I must admit though, I was getting unpatient. The slow pace we where walking at was ridiculous. Niall had said his house was near Starbucks, which I pictured would be around three minutes away, not twenty! So you can imagine how relieved I was when Niall announced we had reached his street. His arm slipped from my shoulder, to my waist, as we kept on walking, causing me to stiffen. I tried not to make it obvious, and kept walking naturally, which was hard as my head was whirling, almost as if I was dizzy.

"Here we go." His arm slipped from my waist, and he dug his hand into his pocket for keys. His parents must be out. I sighed in relief, and walked in behind him. The first thing that hit me, was the warmth. The heating was obviously on, so his parents weren't long gone.

"If you go into my parent's bedroom, you can change into something of my mum's." Niall said. "Don't worry, she's the same height as you, if not smaller."

I chuckled and nodded, as he went into the kitchen, probably to eat, knowing Niall. The boy couldn't go half an hour without eating! I spotted the staircase in the corner of my eye, and made my way towords it. I ran up, to be greeted by a hallway of rooms. For a family of four, they sure had big space. I walked down the corridor, looking through every room. The first one had a sign that read, Keep Out all Little Brother (Yes that's you Nialler) I'm guessing that's his brothers room. Just across from that room, was a green painted door, with darker green shamrocks spelling out the name Niall. I smiled at the picture that hung below his name. It was a picture of him when he was young, maybe around nine or ten. He was in a fireman costume, and looked unbelievably adorable. As much as I didn't want to, I looked away from the picture, and walked towords the next room, which was slightly bigger. This had to be his mum and step dad's room.

I oppened the door, to see nothing but a pitch black room. My hand scanned the wall beside me, and I switched on the lights, the room brightening up instantly. My eyes widened at the king sized bed infront of me. It was huge. The wardrobe was also big, and I wondered how many clothes Niall's mum owned. I oppened up the doors, and gasped at the sight infront of me. On the left hand corner of the wardrobe, there where plain everyday dress. But on the right hand corner, there where some of the most beautiful, and glamouros clothes and dresses I had ever seen in my life. They where in all shapes and sizes, with different colours and tones. At the bottom of the wardrobe, there was a line of shoes. Trainers, converse, heels, pumps, you name it. I didn't even know where to begin, but it would have to be somewhere.

I ended up wearing some of the most casual clothes I could find. A simple t-shirt which read, Music is my Life, a cardigan to cover my bare arms, skinny sky blue jeans, and purple converse. Just how I liked it. I heard Niall calling my name in that gorgeous voice of his, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of him with a stupid grin on my face, as I swayed backwards and forwords on my heels. He gave me a weird, questioning look.