I Want You To Stay. {Niall Horan}

Chapter Ten

I woke up to the sound of a loud clap of thunder. I opened my eyes and smiled as I felt Niall's heart beat under my cheek. I lifted my head to look at his still-sleeping face.

Though I was half asleep, I clearly remember him gently climbing into my bed and sliding his arms around me protectively.

I sighed. I wanted to just lay here forever like this, wrapped up in Niall's arms, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat. But I really had to pee, so I gently extricated myself from his grip and slid off the bed. My bare feet padded lightly on the hardwood floor and I made my way to the bathrom.

After emerging from the bathroom with a newly emptied bladder and freshly brushed teeth, I reentered my room to look for some shorts. I glanced over at the boy in my bed. He sprawled out slightly in my abscense. I couldn't help but smile at him. I opened one of my drawers and found a pair of black SOFFEE shorts and I quickly slipped them on. I exited my room, then, closing the door quietly behind me. I spotted my phone laying on the coffee table and picked it up to check the time.

8:27 AM.

I looked over at Kasey's bedroom door which was still closed, so she must still be sleeping. I made my way to the kitchen, the soft padding sound of my footfalls mixing with the sound of the rain falling outside. The sound had a strange calming effect on me. I reached into one of the cabinets to pull out a mug for my morning coffee. The pot sat full and welcoming. The scent wafting from it was mouthwatering. "Hello, beautiful," I purred as I poured coffee into my mug. I grabbed some french vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge and poured some into my coffee. I returned the bottle to the fridge and took a sip of my coffee. A soft moan escaped my throat as I took a sip. So good. I checked the time again.

8:31 AM.

I had a good hour or so untill Kasey woke up, and I had no idea what Niall's sleeping habbits were, so I decided to make breakfast to pass the time. I opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of bacon, a carton of eggs, a gallon of milk, and a mini tub of I can't believe it's not butter!. I spread it all out on the kitchen table and searched through the rest of the kitchen in hunt of three different frying pans, a mixing bowl, a loaf of bread, powdered sugar, and maple syrup.

I started on the bacon first, since it was the most time-consuming. I started the first few slices in a frying pan on one of the back burners. Then I made the egg wash for the French toast, dipping a couple slices of bread in ant plopping them on another pan. I flipped the bacon, which was really starting to smell good. I was flipping the French toast when I heard footsteps behind me. I glanced at the cock on the stove. 9:02 AM. So it wasn't Kasey.

My thoughts were confirmed when a strong pair of arms snaked around my waste. "Goodmorning, beautiful," Niall whispered huskily into my ear as another clap of thunder sounded.

"Goodmorning," I said, smiling. "How does breakfast sound?"

"Amazing," he said, resting his chin on the top of my head. "It smells great, too. Need any help?"

"Yes, actually. Do me a favor and get a bowl and two plates from the cabinet on the far left?"

"These okay?"

"Perfect," I said taking the plates from him and flipping the first few pieces of French toast on one and the bacon on the other. "Now, do you think you can handle making the scrambled eggs?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, mock saluting me. I laughed and he kissed me on the cheek before heading to the kitchen table to get the eggs.

I blushed, slightly and I put some more bacon in the bacon pan and and a couple more slices of French toast in the French toast pan. I glanced over at Niall cracking eggs into the bowl and beating them with a fork. He looked over and caught me staring at him. He held my gaze as he brought the bowl of eggs to the stove and poured them into the empty egg pan. My eyes raked down his body. He was still shirtless and he was wearing a pair of red and white basketball shorts that looked like Matt's. Kasey must have let him borrow them last night.

My appraisal did not go unnoticed by Niall. "Like what you see?" he said flirtatiously. "I know I do," he said scanning my ensemble.

His eyes lingered on the shortness of my shorts and I smacked his arm, laughing. "You're terrible!" I turned back to the stove and flipped the bacon and French toast.

I glanced over at Niall again. He was focused on making the perfect scrambled egged, and I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was. I walked over to the cabinet to pull out another plate for the eggs, placing it on the counter next to Niall.

I went back to the French Toast, which was just brown enough, so I turned off that burner and flipped the French toast from the pan onto the plate. I did the same with the bacon because that was done too. I grabbed the two plates, carrying them to the kitchen table. I put the eggs and milk back in the fridge and started to throw away the garbage. By the time I was finished tidying up the little mess I had made, Niall had just finished plating the eggs. I stood next to him and together we surveyed the breakfast we made. "Taste test?" I offered, looking up at him.

He grinned evily, taking a fork and scooping up a giant bite of scrambled eggs. I opened my mouth and he fed me the eggs. As I chewed, I buttered a slice of French toast, sprinkled powdered sugar on it, and drizzled some maple syrup over it. I cut off a rather large piece and speared it with my fork. Niall opened his mouth and I fed him the french toast. I swallowed the eggs and noticed that he had a little bit of syrup on his upper lip.

"You have a little something on your upper lip," I stepped closer to him, confidence rushing through my body. "Don't worry though, I'll get it."

He looked down at me and smirked. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly. I pulled away and licked my lips.

"You are so cute," he said, sliding his arms around me, pulling me tightly to him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Oh yeah?"

He dipped his head so our lips were centimeters apart. "Yeah," he said and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sweet and slow, but it didn't last long. Niall pulled away and smirked. "Caitlyn," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Yes?"

"I want this," he said squeezing me tightly, "so much. I want us to be official. I want it to be you and me and no one else. And I want everyone to know it". His blue eyes burned bright with a sincerity that made my heart ache.

I twisted my fingers into the hair on the back of his head and smiled. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Niall?"

He chuckled slightly, "I am."

My heart swelled and my smile grew. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," I breathed out and kissed him.

This kiss was more heated than the last. He bit my lower lip hungrily, and I moaned softly and parted my lips in response. His tongue moved expertly in my mouth and I tried not to think about all the girls he's probably kissed.

Kasey cleared her throat as she entered the kitchen, making her way directly to the coffee pot. We ignored her. "Okay, fine, the least you could do is get a room."

I untangled one of my hands from Nialls hair and directed a pretty little gesture in Kasey's direction. She laughed and I slid my had back into Niall's feather-soft hair. There was a knock at the door.

"I guess I'll go get that. Since you two are obviously too busy." The amount of sass that came out of that girl's mouth is just crazy.

In the distance I could hear Kasey unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door.

"What can I do for you?" I could hear her ask faintly, suddenly sounding sweet and charming.

"Er... Is Niall here?" A slow British accent asked.

I tensed, and Niall did too. We pulled apart looking at eachother. Even though I only heard him speak once, I knew exactly who it was.

Harry.