COMPLETE. >> n.h

Chapter 19- Talk.

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Man, I'm becoming so much like Harry.
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Charlotte's POV.

I walked into the huge kitchen and dude, it was fucking gorgeous.

White & black counter tops complimented with grey coloured appliances in contrast. You could see the living room where Niall was seated on the couch now, watching some stupid tennis game.

There was this huge flat screen, with a section under it which contained some kind of big white pebbles. The wall behind was granite, I think. On the other side, left one to be exact, was a lot of movies, music cassesttes etc. Above it, were some of his or the boys' awards. A big 'N' written boldly in white, with a black background was stationary on the top most shelf. There was so much stuff, but all of it was organized. Looking a bit too good.

I searched the numerous shelves until I came across the pancake mix.

"Hey, Niall? What do you take with your pancakes?" I asked him because I liked mine with some strawberry crush and Niall of all people couldn't exactly be seen as the one to like strawberries.

"Maple syrup." He replied, barging into the kitchen and plopping down on one the bar stools that would make hime face me while I cooked.

"Okay! Fried bacon or baked?" I wanted him to have a good breakfast alright.

"Oh, fried. Definitely."

"Me too! Jake eats baked bacon and gosh, it's awful." He chuckled at my expression.

"So, do you like to cook? I mean- like, do you cook a lot?" Niall asked as I closed the fridge after pouring some orange juice into the glasses.

"Eh, not really." I shrugged. "I live with Jake, right now so he cooks most of the time but it's not like I don't. I'll probably start cooking more once Uni starts and I get to my dorm."

"Oh, yeah okay. When does your semester start?"

"In, um, 4 days?" I replied, not too sure.

He smiled as I set the pancakes glazed with maple syrup and the omelette with the glass infront of him. He practically lunged at the bacon. Seriously, like.

I took a seat onto one of the bar stools next to him and started eating my pancake.

"Uhm, Niall?" He looked up and nodded with food stuffed into his mouth, urging me to continue.

"I'm sorry for asking but, uh, what happened last night?"

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Niall's POV.

Fuck. I knew this would happen. I knew she'd ask me about the nightmare. About her.

"Uh, nothing just, had a bad dream." I lied, not in mood to talk about her.

"Okay, what was it about?"

"Nothing. Seriously." I let out a nervous sigh.

"Niall." She urged. "Tell me. Talking helps."

"Can you just drop it? I told you I didn't want to talk about it." I snapped, a bit too loud.

Tears pringed her eyes and I suddenly felt guilty.

"Charlotte. God, I am so sorry." I tear fell from her eye onto her left cheek. I got up and went to her, pulling her into my chest.

"I am sorry. So sorry." I kissed her hair which almost smelt a bit too good.