My cell phone rings as I pull away.
"Hello?" I say, answering.
"Daisy? Can you come home? I feel dizzy. Oh and this is Niall." Niall asks. He sound hoarse and scared.
"Of course! Be home in a bit. Love you!" I say and then shove the phone in my pocket. I turn to Harry who is still smiling. I snap my fingers and he stops daydreaming.
"Harry nobody must know. Nobody. Do you understand?" I say.
"It's our dirty little secret." he says while crossing his heart. I grab my things and
leave.
"Niall!" I yell when I get home. "Niall I am home!" Dead. Silence. Panic rushes through ,e. I sprint upstairs and look in our room. Nothing. I hear a plates clicking in the kitchen. I wait by the door, my fists readyin case iit's a burglar. A guy turns the corner and manage to punch his shoulder. I open my eyes. I see Niall just standing there eating Nando's leftovers.
"God damn you Niall. You scared me half to death. I thought you were some robber. I couldn't find you. Please don't make me worry like that." I cry. He hugs me tight and wipes away my tears.
"Shh. I promise I won't. Baby I love you so much. Please don't cry." he says and kisses my forehead. I feel my nerves calm down. We both walk up to our room and we both instantly fall asleep as we lay in each others arms.
Today I make sure Niall's head is okay. It healed alot since last night. So much that when I touched it he didn't flinch.
"Hey princess I have to go chat with managment soon."
"Sounds good. I will be here. Maybe I will make some cookies." I say. His face brightens when I mention sweets. I grab my recipes from the pantry and give him him a little kiss before he leaves.
Two hours later he still isn't home. With nothing to do I've made chocolate chip cookoes, peanut butter cookies, fudge brownies, and rice crispies.
I hear the front open and slam closed.
"I'm home! And just to make sure I don't get assulted, I am not a burglar." Niall yells from the other room. His eyes widen when he walks into the kitchen. He takes a cookie and devours it.
"You must really love me." je jokes. We laugh and joke around in the kitchen, throwing food in each others mouths and chasing each other with frosting.
"I forgot to tell you," he says after we stop. "An old friend called at my meeting. She wants to meet up tonight. Is that alright?"
"Of course. Have fun." I say. He looks nervcous. I look into his blue eyes but his gaze falls to the floor.
"What's wrong?" I ask. Hhe hesitates.
"My friend I'm seeing was an old girlfriend of mine. I dpon't want you to think anything is going on." he says quietly. I hug him and giggle a little. It's cute when he worries about me.
"It's fine unless there really is something going on." I pull away and he is smiling again. "Now go get ready."
He runs upstairs to change and I clean up the frosting mess. I really am fine with him going to see her. Honest. He bounces into the room, dressed rather nice and fussing with his hair.
"Let me help you." I help with it and it flops over.
"Maybe not." he laughs. I watch as he does his hair.
"What? So I have something in my teeth?" he asks. I shake my head no.
"You're just cute." I giggle like I am talking to a crush in school.
