Daydreamer. (A Niall Horan fanfiction)

Chapter 11 ~ I'm too lazy to be a ninja.

Rosey's POV

Oh.

My.

God.

What happened last night?! When I woke up me and Harry were lying in his bathtub with a bottle of wine and Ed Sheeran playing in the backround.  I rubbed my eyes and untangled mine and Harrys legs, trying to get out.

"Where are you going, babe?" A sleepy Harry asked grabbing my hand and pulling me closer, so my back was pressed to his chest. It wasn't very comfortable considering how small the tub was.

"Don't  'babe' me  I need to go check where Ally is" I attempting at getting up again.

"Last time I rembered Ally didn't check on you and you had to climb the windows, but I don't remember much of what happened last night," Harrys said wrapping his arms around me and not letting me go. "But what I do remember was fantastic"

I grimaced, as snippets of the events swam into memory. He had a point. A fantastic point, as he put it. "Yeah but.. I'm hungry!" I pouted. Harry opened his eyes and looked round at me.

"Your hungry?" He asked. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Well lets go get some food then!" He said lifting me out of the tub and carrying me over to his bed. He tucked me underneath the covers and grabbed the phone.

"Pancakes?" He asked. I nodded not making a sound. While he called the room service and waited under the covers for it to arrive, I looked around at my surroundings. NIce room I guess, almost the same as mine and Allys. Hey look; Theres my dress, on the floor.. Next to my underwear.

Oh Holy Crap.

Without Harry noticing, I quickly jumped up, pulled on my clothes and then back into bed. Because I'm a ninja. I joke, I'm too lazy to be a ninja. I snuggled back under the duvet and soon fell asleep again. 

 * * *

When I woke up Harry was staring at me and playing with my hair.

"I really don't think you need any more beauty sleep, but that's your choice I guess," He said trying to feed me a bite of pancake. I presed my lips together, refusing food. I don't want him to feed me. I can feed myself, thank you.

"Shut up" I groaned, rolling over. But I have to admit, he's a charmer. He's got it all; The curls. The dimples. The money. The insane fame. The girls wherever he goes. Is he so much of a charmer that I sort of..like him? 

No Rosey he's just another celebrtity. He's all about the fame. He doesn't like you. He's got Taylor. You both got drunk. Thats the only reason your here. Snap out of it.

But this was incredibly hard just to simply 'snap out of'.