See You Again

chapter five

Oh no, I think before rushing to the bathroom and spilling the contents of my stomach into the toilet. It's so gross that I have to brush my teeth afterwards and dispose of that toothbrush when I finish. Good thing we always have extras.

After washing my face a bit, I walk downstairs slowly making sure I don't rush and make my stomach feel worse. I see Niall on the couch still fast asleep. I realize it's only seven-twelve so I can understand why he's not up yet.

My dad walks out of his room with keys in hand. I ask him where he's headed so early.

"Your mom and I are going to a farmers market she heard about through a Facebook post. We'll be out a while because it's an hour away," he explains. "I think afterwards I'll take her out to eat so lunch is gonna be on you kids. Please watch out for Chelsea." I agree and my parents leave soon after my dad and I spoke.

It's already past ten by the time the boys wake up. Chelsea has been awake but only comes downstairs to get food and mess with Niall.

The three of us are sitting at the table eating Caption Crunch cereal. I decided maybe eating would help the ache of my stomach but seconds after taking my first few bites, I'm running to the bathroom again. Phil and Niall run after me with looks of concern on their faces.

I assure them both that I'm okay but they refuse to leave me alone.

"Why do you think you feel so bad?" Niall asks and I respond with a slight shrug. Phil forces me to take medicine as I sit on the kitchen counter with the two guys two inches from me at all times.

"You're not.. you know, pregnant are you?" Phil asks looking as if he's about to puke. He looks towards Niall and both of our eyes go wide.

"What? No, of course not! Not unless I'm the next Virgin Mary," I begin. Niall looks towards me but I can't read his expression. "Plus I'm on my period. No worries there." Phil and Niall both cringe, looking away from me.

"Okay, well I think I'll go shower. Maybe I'll feel better afterwards."

I go back upstairs and undress, ready to shower. I let the warm water soak my skin making me feel calm and serene. When I step out, I reach below the sink cabinet for my box of tampons. I grab it but it feels a little light. Shit. It's empty. I completely forgot that I left all the extra boxes in the downstairs bathroom.

I sigh in frustration, running my hands through my wet hair. I wrap my body in a towel after putting on a random pair of underwear to keep from completely leaking.

I slowly creep down the staircase hoping that no one sees me. I think I'm in the clear until I see Phil and Niall playing video games in the living room. They hear me before they see me.

"Oh you're out. Feeling any-" Niall starts before we make eye contact. He immediately turns towards the TV screen. Phil confused looks at him and he says, "She's naked." Phil's eyes go wide as he turns towards me. I'm about to put my hands up in defense when I remember that I'm holding the towel up with both hands.

I decide to walk away before this gets anymore awkward. In the bathroom, I grab the box and head back upstairs. I can feel Nialls eyes on me as I walk past them. Hey, I hear Phil say to Niall followed by an ow from him. I stifle a laugh and continue my business.

Once I'm finally decent, I go back downstairs aware of the fact that I'll be faced with more awkwardness.

Downstairs, Phil is explaining to our sister the game of Fifa Niall is enjoying at the moment.

"In case anyone was wondering, I feel much better. The meds kicked in a while ago and now I'm not on the verge of projecting vomit everywhere," I smile. I sit next to Niall on the couch watching him play. At first he seems uncomfortable but then he loosens up again.

"Think I can beat you?" I ask. Niall scoffs and tells me I'm ludicrous. I grab the second controller and we set up a new game.

"What are you doing, Jennifer? You know you suck at Fifa. I've been watching Niall and he's seriously talented." Chelsea says.

"Shut up, let me at least try."

We begin playing and I'm reminded of why I never play this with Phil. I suck. A lot.

I give up before it's even over and Niall starts telling me some techniques to make me a better player. I nod but I'm not actually listening. I'm thinking about how hungry I am. I didn't actually get to eat much this morning so my hunger is lurking.

"Phil, make me some food please." I bat my eyelashes at him as he gives me a stern look. "Please? I love you," I try once more.

"Hey, I'll make you something. What do you want?" says Niall. I shrug and jog to the kitchen, Niall following suit. I open the fridge and the cabinets to see what we have.

"Can you hear up this canned tomato soup and make me a salad? I'm craving that." He smiles at me and starts cooking. I tell him I'm going to go up to my room for a while and he nods.

I sit on my small love-seat and pull out my laptop. What better way to spend a sick day than with Netflix? I'm all cuddled up on the seat watching Gossip Girl when there's a soft knock on the door. Niall walks in with a tray of food.

"Mrs. Jennifer, it's been a pleasure to serve you today. I hope you'll enjoy this meal as I had a good time preparing it." He winks. I decide to play along as well.

"I'm sure it'll be delightful, sir. Thank you. What shall be an appropriate tip?"

"For this? Fifty bucks." We both laugh and our faces turn red and in this moment I realize that I don't care if I let myself fall for him. He's great. Simply perfect. Maybe this won't turn out too bad. I smile up at the blonde haired boy standing in front of me.

He smiles back and then turns away from me, ready to leave my room.

"Hey Niall," I begin. "Stay. Watch this with me." I point to the screen and Niall moves towards the laptop, reading the screen.

"Gossip Girl?"

"Here. Sit. I'll inform you of everything you've never watched."

And there we sit on a small couch watching my favorite TV show. I wonder what his favorite show is? Maybe Friends? Or Family Guy?
Thinking of something so simple makes me so happy.

I realize it seems to be going kind of slow but I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible by not rushing things. one of my pet peeves is when fanfics are so rushed that they don't seem even a bit realistic. bare with me as we get to the more interesting parts soon. plus who doesn't like fluff (: I know I do. don't doubt me because I've got a plan for this all.

all the love, A. ( see what I did there ;)

P.S. I actually really love Gossip Girl so that's why I included it. who's with me?