I'm in love with you, don't you see? (Niall Horan love story)

Chapter 7

*Zander's birthday*

It's Zander's birthday today, my little brother is nine years old! I can't believe it, it feels just like yesterday when my dad gave him to me to hold for the first time. I went into the kitchen to make Zander's favourite breakfast, pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse, sunny side up eggs so he could dip his toast into them (he likes to pretend they're volcanoes erupting), some bacon and chocolate milk. I put everything on a tray so that I can bring it up to him in bed, and then started washing the dishes.

I heard someone come into the kitchen, so I turned around and saw Niall walking in with only his sweatpants on. After having my nightmare two nights age and having Niall sleep with me in the same bed, I started to look at him differently. Everything he does has just become one hundred times more attractive. For example, we were resting on the couch yesterday after having gone to the beach as a family, and Niall had suddenly burped. You are supposed to find that repulsive right? Well I didn't. I actually found it cute! Ugh what is wrong with me!

He sat down at the table and was about to eat Zander's breakfast but I slapped him the the dish towel, getting and 'ow' out of him. He looked at me, holding his hand to his chest, and giving me the most adorable sad puppy dog eyes ever. "That's Zander's birthday breakfast, no touching," I explained to him, he said 'oh' before getting up and walking over to me. He hugged me from behind and placed a kiss on my shoulder, making me tense immediately. "Princess? You gave me a booboo, can you please kiss it and make it better?" he said, lifting his hand up in front of my mouth. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away a bit, just as my mother, aunt, and cousin walked into the kitchen.

"You're a big boy now, you can kiss your own booboo's away now," I told him jokingly. He pouted and lifted his hand in front of my lips again. I was well aware of everyone looking at us, and it made me slightly nervous and a little smug seeing the scowl on my cousins face. "That's true, but only the magic in your lips can make the pain go away," Niall replied, making me blush a bright red and my mom and aunt to say 'aw'. My cousin just scoffed, and turned her attention to her phone. I bit my lip, and then put them on Niall's hand, pressing a small kiss upon his 'booboo'. "Is that better baby?" I asked in a joking matter, Niall smiled really big while nodding his head vigorously.

He hugged me tight, putting his face into the crook of my neck. After spending close to two weeks together, I realized that this is how Niall likes to hug, by giving the most comforting and best bear hugs known to man. He kissed my forehead before pulling away, and as I took Zander's tray fool of food and started walking away, he followed closely. We walked to Zander's room side by side, with his hand on the small of my back. I opened his door and saw his little figure curled up, sleeping peacefully. 

I really don't want to wake him up, but then I know he will be upset if I don't. I walked over to his bed, putting the tray on his bedside table, and sitting next to him, Niall sitting behind me. His bare chest was pressed against my back, and it was making my mind go a little fuzzy. Did I mention that he is shirtless? Oh well he is SHIRTLESS, and he has an amazing torso, and it is PRESSED TO MY BACK! Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph please give me the strength to be able to stay composed and normal and not run my hands aimlessly over his chest while most probably drooling like a crazed loon. Amen.

I took in a breath to relax myself, running my hands through Zander's hair, "Zander," I whispered, trying to wake him up. "Zander, hun, time to wake up," I said a little louder, making him stir in his sleep and then slowly flutter his eyes open. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "what's wrong Clary?" he asked. "It's your birthday bud," I told him with a small smile on my face. Suddenly, all the sleep vanished from his face and he got up and started bouncing on his bed in pure joy. Niall and I laughed at his reaction, before I told him to sit down and eat his breakfast, telling him that I made his favourite.