Leave Me Alone! (Niall Horan)

Chapter 29

Author's Note: Hey guys; not that many chapters left! I thought the story could use some fluff, so here it is. Don't hate me for the ending, but it was meant to be. Don't forget to check out my new stories: "My Overprotective Best Friend: Zayn Malik" & "Cat Got Your Tongue?"...Anyways, not to much to mention, so I'll let you get to reading! --Ekat =)

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Niall’s P.O.V.

            Everything was going fine. Hannah and I were having a great sleep, and then some wanker had to ruin it by calling me early in the morning.

            “Niall, your phone is ringing,” Hannah grumbled, rubbing her face deeper into my chest.

            “Let them leave a message,” I groaned, not even opening my eyes. Instead, my grip on Hannah only got stronger. At first, I let out a sigh of relief because the ringing stopped. Like most good things, it didn’t last long. Not even a minute passed by before the ringing started again.

            “Niall, answer the damn phone,” Hannah demanded, letting go of me so I would be able to move over to the nightstand to grab my phone…although I didn’t feel like it.

            “It’s probably just your brother,” I wave off, not wanting to move.

            “If it was my brother, he would have called my phone…not yours,” Hannah replied. “Stop being lazy, and answer your damn phone.”

            “Fine,” I whined, starting to become grumpy from the lack of touch between me and my girlfriend. I picked up the phone, and with a little bit of anger, hit the ‘call’ button on the phone to turn it on. “What?”

            “Chill out mate,” Zayn called through the speaker. “Management called, and they have a meeting set up for us in about two hours.”

            “Ugh,” I groaned, finally starting to shake the sleep off of me. There go my plans of never leaving the bed all day. “I’ll be there.”

            “Okay, I’ll let the guys know,” Zayn said. “Oh, and sorry if I’m interrupting anything between you and Hannah.”

            I didn’t have to see him to know that he was smirking. Just hearing the smugness in his tone was enough. Before I could retaliate with words, he hung up. Prick.

            “Who was that?” Hannah asked once I put the phone back on my nightstand. Before I answered, I threw my head back in frustration.

            “Zayn,” I replied, pulling Hannah back onto my chest. “We have a meeting with our management team in about two hours.”

            “Don’t you think we should get up then instead of going back to sleep?” Hannah asked, her voice laced with amusement.

            “I don’t wanna,” I whined, snuggling my head into her hair. Is that coconut I smell? Wow, I just leaped up there on the creeper scale. Although, seeing as how I’m her boyfriend, I don’t think that counts…right?

            “Fine, maybe you’ll get lucky, and you can just Skype with your management team from your new home,” Hannah said with sarcasm. Although, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. “They’ll even get to see how cute you look in your four-leaf clover boxers.”

            Okay, that made me blush a little bit…but that still didn’t sound like a bad idea.

            “Do you really think they’d let me do that?” I asked. Her face changed from amusement to shock.