Parenting

Chapter Twenty Six

-Christine's POV-

The cupcakes didn't last and neither did the day. I found myself the next month stepping into the the shower only to groan annoyed a few minutes later.

I'm on my period. Fucking hell.

That time of the month when my option to swim, wear white pants and do thighroid stretches -which I never do- have been taken away. I mean, I hadn't planned on doing those things but still.

Oh shit. My toiletries were in my room. And I don't want Niall to see a blood trail and assumed I died while showering.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

Turning the shower head off, I cleared my throat. "N-Niall!" It took a long while and still no response. I'll have to try again. "Ni-"

"Yeah?" He called back at what sounded like at the door.

"C-can..." Was I really going to do this? Ask Niall if he can get my tampons from the walk-in wardobe?

"Are you ok Christine?" He knocked as I opened the glass door.

"Niall!"

"Yeah?" He asked again. My throat clamped shut as I face palmed. "Christine? Darlin'?"

"Tampons!" I blurted out and squeezed my eyes shut.

"W-what?"

"I-I need... tampons."

"You need what?"

"Tampons."

"Hair Salon?"

"Tampons!"

"Key chains?"

"TAMPONS! I NEED YOU TO GO INTO MY ROOM AND GET MY TAMPONS!" My outburst made the space between us.

"O-ok." He muttered as it went quiet. I turned the shower head back on and finished my shower waiting for Niall to bring me my blood suckers. "C-Christine!"

"Yeah?" Stepping out of the shower, I saw Niall push through my toiletry bag under the door. Wrapping the towel around myself, I snatched it with a quick 'thank you'.

After fixing myself up and dressing up to impress my bed, I left the bathroom. Since what happened last time, I've decided that I'll just take my clothes into the bathroom always and forever.

"So," Niall caught me off guard from the lounge room, "you uh, you alright now?"

Too embarrassed to answer, I nodded and carried my old clothes into my room. Since I wasn't dressed and all I had planned for today was sleep, I put my dirty clothes in a small washing basket Niall gave me before face planting on the bed.

It wasn't too long after I snuggled in and relaxed where I heard a knock on my door.

"Christine." Niall whispered as I grunted in response. "Oh Christine!" He cooed coming over and shaking my shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

"Oh no you don't!" He pulled the blanket off of me as I grumbled sitting up. Niall sat on top of my folded back blanket and grinned cheekily at me.

"Niall," I warned refraining my smile, "give me back the blanket."

"No." He shrugged crossing his arms. "If I have to stay awake to watch William then so do you." I let out a long over exaggerated groan and flipped back onto the bed.

"Can't we take turns?" I whispered as he chuckled shaking his head.

"Two hands are better than one."

"But you've got two hands."

"That's not the point." Rolling my eyes in my fake anger I put towards him, I turned on my side; deciding to sleep without a blanket. "Don't you dare fall asleep." Niall warned.

"Whatcha gonna do bout' it?" I deepened my accent as I suddenly felt Niall lie on me.

"I will annoy the living shit out of you." He whispered with what sounded like a stupid grin to it. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by Niall's evil smile instead.

"Let me sleep."

"Fuck no!" He laughed and sat up on my hip. "Get up. Get up. Get up." Niall kept mumbling as he poked softly onto my shoulder.

"Screw off." Ignoring me, he continued nevertheless annoying me more. All I want is sleep. Is that too much to ask for?

"That's it." He stood up and grabbed my ankles as my eyes flung open.

"Don't you dare!" I yelled ad he grinned tugging me off the bed. I gripped onto the mattress only to pull it with me. "Let go Niall Horan!"

"Only if you babysit with me!" Refusing his offer, I was almost at the edge of the bed. But luckily with my squirming skills, I escaped the devil's hold and crawled forward again. "C'mere!"

Niall reached for my shirt before tackling me down. I turned and pushed him away as he laughed. Finding myself to laugh with him, our laughs echoed throughout my room.

"Looks like you're awake." He chuckled blowing hair from my face.

"Asshole." I mumbled as he held my wrists down beside my hips.

"Well-" Niall stopped mid-sentence making my eyebrow raise.

"You right?" I joked as he bit his lip and looked over my face.

"Fuck..." He muttered closing his eyes.

"Niall? What's wrong?" With a grunt, his eyes opened again as they just stared into mine.

"Why do you always do this?" He whispered letting go of a wrist and cupping my hairline. I was so confused. What was he going on about? "Christine..."

His deepened voice caught me off guard. Niall leant down hesitantly and cautiously nudged his nose against mine. My heart beat rose as Niall glancing down again.

His dry lips brushed against mine causing him grunt. With a lick to the skin, he closed his eyes and slowly put them against mine.

I wish I could say I was completely shocked, but we've kissed before.

"Shit." Niall groaned gripping my hair and pressing his lips down onto mine a bit harder. His were soft and the want he had began rubbing off onto me.

My free hand held his side as our mouths moved. The more they moved, the more excited Niall became.

His tongue flicked out and tried to squeeze between my lips. I chuckled and pushed him back so I could sit up. Niall gripped my lower back as he moaned pulling away slightly.

"Let me in." He growled gripping my jaw. I opened my mouth and he didn't hesitate to collide our tongues.

The moment was so hot and it caused goosebumps to raise on my skin. He was so good; it felt almost natural to make out with Niall.

One of my hands ran up his back under his shirt as he visibly shivered and gripped the material. He was about to pull it over his head until we heard a cry from the other room.

Niall stopped and so did I. His eyes wide as he looked between us. He regretted. He regretted what we did. And I guess I did too. We were meant to be friends. So why the fuck do we end up like this?!

"I-I'll get him." I stood and scrambled out the room; doing anything to avoid this awkward atmosphere.