Letters To Niall

Chapter 25 The Move In

Chapter 5 - The Move In

The clock struck seven in the afternoon, and I was stood outside Niall and Liam's house, my arms heavy with bags. I pressed the door bell for what felt the hundreth time. I wasn't very patient, and holding a ton of heavy bags full of clothes wasn't helping my situation. Angry, I pressed it again, and again, and again, until - I swear - my finger nearly fell off. I groaned and looked in the window. The curtains were pulled together, making it impossible to see through. Great. I'm stuck outside Niall and Liam's house in the cold, and my fingers are about to fall off. Screw that - my hands. I was questioning what I should do, when I heard a car drive in. In worry that it would be someone else, and excitment that I wasn't alone. Because let me tell you, standing alone in the busy streets of Manchester at seven at night is not always a great idea.

"Erin?" I turned in surprise at my name being said. There stood Liam, holding boxes that went up to his chin. He looked shocked to see my standing there in the rain outside his house. "What are you doing here?"

My teeth chattered as I spoke, and rain drops fell onto my nose. "N- Niall s- said I could s-stay here b-ecause i was k-kicked out of the hot-tel," I tried my best to speak.

Liam sighed and through his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his warm body. I cuddled into him, pulling my bags with me. I hope no one see's us right now, because from behind, we probably look a lot like a couple. But that worry is in the back of my mind. Right now, I just want away from the cold.

Liam opened the door, and being the gentleman he is, let me walk in first. You know if you haven't had chocoloate in about a week then you eat a galaxy bar and it's the best thing you've ever eaten? That's how I felt when I walked into the warm, toasty house. Like I had just eaten chocolate for the first time in a week.

"Make yourself comterable." Liam said, pointing to the chairs in the kitchen. I walked over to them as he shut the door, and did what he asked me to. Get comfterable.

"Tea or coffee?" He asked, standing with two mugs in his hand.

I didn't even need to think twice about my answer. "Tea."

"Milk? Sugar?" He had now turned the kettle on.

"Milk and no sugar, thanks." I sighed. Liam nodded once, and started preparing tea for myself, and also for him. Something that I learned during the time of watching Liam make tea, was that he put a lot of salt in his mug. Yes. Salt. The poor boy had mistaken the salt for sugar. However, I didn't mention the salt incedent, and as he sat down, I smirked to myself.

"Here you go madame." He said in a posh voice, as he handed me my steaming mug.

I took it with a small smirk still plastered on my face. "Thank you."

I looked at the milk swirling around the brown liquid, creating a nice pattern. I took a spoon, and mixed it. I noticed how Liam mixed his with a fork. I smirked again. I had completely forgotten about his phobia of spoons. It was weird he had them to be honest! I put my hands around the mug, the heat warming them up instantly. I watched as Liam lifted the mug up to his mouth, and started to tip it. My smirk widened as I could already visualise his reaction in my head but... then he stopped. He placed the mug back on the table, and I groaned inwardly.

"You ok Erin? You're not drinking your tea." I rolled my eyes. Liam is the only person I know who would've asked that instead of just drinking his own drink and not questioning it. Typical Liam.

"I'm fine, it's just a bit hot for me, that's all." I shrugged. I kept my eyes on his mug, hoping that he would pick it up and just drink already. My prawers were answered, as Liam picked it up as I hoped, and brought it up to his lips.