Crash Love (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

GUYS this is crazy!! Chapter thirty-eight! Wow. I never thought I would ever get this far. I've decided that I'm going to end this at chapter 40 because honestly (even though this has been so much fun), I'm getting a teeny bit bored of writing this. It's time I let my creative juices flow and write something else, so keep your eyes peeled! I'm not sure exactly if I'm going to write another fan fiction OR create another profile dedicated to general stories i.e not related to One Direction (as much as I love em). 

Either way, I shall definitely keep you guys posted :) Much love from one happy 15-year-old, thanks if you've read this far I love you all!! 

Don't worry, all the problems will solve themselves out eventually. Hopefully by chapter 40, it'll be one happy ending for everyone. Including the complicated Harry-Elle-Kate relationship going on at the moment and I know my promise to write exclusively from Elle's perspective is completely shattered. Now you realize exactly why I have failed to keep every promise I've ever made in my life and please don't be too confused!

It reckon I'll be able to finish Crash Love once and for ALL by this week because I'm currently on a two-week break from school (hallelujah) after my midterms and I'm absolutely detesting going back to school and getting my results back but I really studied hard this time. Fingers crossed! Wish me luck :) 

Loads of love from halfway across the world xx

Elle Robinson

I open my eyes slowly, yawning. I make baby dinosaur noises as I stretch, enjoying the LA sun on my skin. God I really am going to miss LA, the hot weather, the sun, the people, the general atmosphere of it, the shops, the food, the beaches, the cars, the houses, the lifestyle... everything. I really did NOT want to go back to freezing cold London tonight.

"Good morning," Niall mumbles, wrapping one arm around me as he pulls me closer. He looks like a sleepy little kid in the morning, when he's all squinty-eyed and his hair is all messed-up and cute. He's adorable. 

"Hangover?" I whisper. 

He groans, nodding. 

"Well maybe it was a bad idea to drink that much," I suggest gently. 

"Definitely," he murmurs. He kisses my neck. 

I kiss his nose as I gently pull away and get off the bed, retrieve my bathrobe and step into my bunny slippers as I shuffle to the bathroom down the hall connected to K's room. I yawn as I pick up my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth with a sleepy rhythm. I start to feel a bit more human as I wash my face with a cleanser and step into a warm shower. 

Shampoo, rinse, condition, hair mask, rinse. I scrub with this exfoliating avocado scrub that leaves my skin all squeaky clean and smooth like a baby's bottom. I do it on autopilot and dry myself in a thick fluffy towel, squeezing the water from my hair.

I change into a breezy maxi dress with my swimsuit underneath it because I was determined to spend at least 6 hours under the sun and get a decent tan before going home looking as pale as a vampire living in Alaska. Besides, I really missed the beach. I haven't been there as much as I liked. I returned to my room to pack a few beach essentials into my oversized printed backpack. 

Niall was curled up into a tiny ball of cute sleepy Irishness and I smiled. He was too adorable. "Baby I'm going off OK?" I say as I brush back his blonde hair splashed across his forehead.

"Where are you going?" he asks, squinting one eye open.

"To the beach. Don't sleep too long OK? I'll be back by lunch, I promise." Considering it was only 9am, it allowed me enough time to look reasonably tanned.