Magic (Niall)

3: Gotta Be You

*~Maddie~*

"Maddie, I have something to tell you," Niall said, clearing his throat.

"Yup?" I said gleefully, a happy grin on my face. Actually, it might've been an angry grin . . . I so wanted to eat breakfast and then he just, you know, spoke! No fair!

"Umm- uh," he stammered, "I- well, I- You see, I- Oh, hello, Zayn, how are you? When did you get here?"

"I've been here, Niall, the whole time. Now, I believe you have something to say to Maddie, here. I also believe that everyone wants to hear it," Zayn replied, a devilish grin on his face. I wonder what all the fuss is about? What does Niall want to tell me? DID HE EAT ALL OF MY OREOS?

"So help me, Niall, if you ate all of my Oreos, I will kill you! I swear on the Earth itself that I will kill you! Hear me?! Those Oreos are mine! Mine, I tell you! Mine!" I ranted, my face red, and my arms crossed.

"Maddie! Cool down! I swear I didn't eat your Oreos!" Niall replied, eyes wide and his hands up with his palms held out to face me.

"Oh, god, that sounds wrong," Harry noted, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up, Harry, you have absolutely no right to state what sounds wrong when I'm trying to tell Maddie something," Niall protested, glaring at Harry, meanwhile trying to maintain a straight face and totally failing. I myself was laughing like an idiot, hunched over. Why do stupid things humor me, so?

"So what did you want to tell me, Ni?" I giggled, I had somewhat tamed my laughter, and used that small period of time to ask that question. Afterwards, I immediately began my laughing fit again. I'm pretty sure these people are gawking at me because they're concerned that I've gone mentally ill. I'm pretty sure Megan is debating whether or not she should call a mental asylum. Or perhaps she already has? Meh, one of the two.

"Oh- um, I wanted to tell you that-"

"Niall!" Harry exclaimed, "Just say it, or I'll say it for you!"

"Yeah, you say it Harry," Niall said sheepishly, confusing me even more. The confusion stopped me from laughing, but I suppose that's a good thing.

"Niall li-" Harry began, but was interrupted but Niall tackling him, much to the amusement of everyone except for me.

"Niall! Harry! Are you alright! Oh my god, Harry; your nose is bleeding! You're going to live, right? Ri- Niall! Where do you think you are going, mister?" I scolded.

"To my room?" he replied nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

"No you are not! Niall James Horan, you are not going anywhere! Sit, sit down, now!" The rest of the boys were cracking up, so were Riley and Megan. Riley was actually saying 'You go, girl', and I was trying not to laugh myself. I actually cracked a smile before pointing sternly at a stool that was beside the counter.

"Megan, call the hospital, I don't know if his nose is broken or just bleeding," I ordered. I didn't expect her to listen at all, but she did, much to my surprise. The medics said it wasn't an "emergency", so we have to take him there ourselves. Well, something like that, who knows.

"Try punching his nose. If it hurts so bad he screams, we take him to the hospital. If not, just give him a tissue," Louis suggested, surprisingly calmly. He earned a few glares from around the room, the worst from Harry, second worst from me. No one, and I do mean no one, is allowed to punch my cousin in the nose. I will have total right to kill them then, and I don't wanna do that to these boys, with them being the most awesomest people in the whole entire world. I don't suppose that would be nice, anyway.