One Boy, One Night

Chapter 14: The awkwardness gets awkwarder

Hey guys. So I'm trying to update sooner than last time, but I don't really have any sort of plan for this chapter. Hope you like it. Love you all. 

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I was walking down the stairs, pulled in by the scent of eggs, muffins and coffee. I peeked around the wall into the kitchen to see all four of the boys, except Niall, cooking breakfast. It smelled incredible! 

"Well hello there." I said. They all jumped and Louis yelled "NO" and lunged in front of the stove. I felt my eyebrows draw together in confusion. "What's going on?" 

"Oh," said Zayn with a sigh of relief. "I'm not sure why, but we all thought you were Niall." 

"It's his birthday." Harry added. OH! I had completely forgotten. I knew it was soon, and I had gotten Niall a present, but I didn't realize it was today. I nodded like I was on top of things. 

"I know." I said. "That's very sweet of you all to make him breakfast. 

"It's really just Zayn cooking." said Liam. 

"Not true." said Lou indignantly. "I made the cereal." 

"Right.," I said. "Good for you Louis, I'm very proud of you."

"Your gonna be a great mum." Zayn said."Seeing how you  just displayed your skills in talking to children."   Louis stuck out his tongue at the dark haired boy.  I blushed, and said thanks.

I scooped up a muffin and an apple from the counter, and went back up to my room to wrap Niall's present. I thought to myself about how awkward it might be this morning. We had agreed on being friends, but it was going to be difficult, especially now that we knew we liked each other. He knew I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me, but maybe in a scence it would make things easier. 

I pulled the black and white picture of Mullingar out of my closet. I was pretty big, about the size of a flat screen TV. I knew he would love it, and we could hang it up on the wall in our living room. I also pulled out the green and white striped wrapping paper and the big thick orange ribbon. I figured it we were going Irish, better go all out. I had his hat I got him already in a bag.

One of the states he didn't have was New Jersey, so I had gotten him a New York Giants snap back. They were an American football team, and the other thing I got him was a pair of sweat pants with his name on the butt. They were women's, but I got a large, and figured they would fit. Sweatpants were sweatpants, right?

I got the picture all wrapped but it was hard to carry without squishing my squishy. I peeked out the door of my room to see that Niall's door was now open. He must have woken up and gone downstairs. I walked downstairs to see the boys. Liam was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a glass of OJ in his hand. 

I very slyly reached around and grabbed his hand. He jumped and started to say something, but I slapped my other hand over his mouth. I pulled him slowly backwards up the stairs until he was facing me. 

"What the hell?" He asked, mildly annoyed. 

"Niall's present is biggish, and I need help." I explained. "I cant carry it without mushing the baby." 

He nodded and we walked up the stairs. When we walked into my room he picked it up with ease. 

"Be careful." I said. "It's a picture, so make sure the glass doesn't break." 

"I am. I am." he said brushing me off. He had it down the stairs in a minute or so. He set it down along a wall next to the big leather couch. We both walked into the kitchen.