Once Upon A Leprechaun

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"Wake them up."

"No, you do it."

"Look, he moved."

"C'mon guys lets leave them alone."

In and out of consciousness I could here conversations. Male voices, a few of them, maybe three?

I heard the door shut and I grabbed at the pillow to pull it over my head. But instead of a pillow, I grabbed onto something smooth. I opened my eyes too see what I grabbed, and there lying underneath me was a blonde boy with rosy red cheeks.

"Niall?" I lifted my head from his chest, and I looked at him for a moment, study his features. So many nights of sleeping, dreaming of this had me confused. Was I dreaming still? Obviously, Niall Horan was lying with me, sleeping with me on his chest. His eyes fluttered, not completely open, more like a twitch, and he pulled me back down into his arms. His touch, his skin on mine, this wasn't a dream. I was actually awake, lying on my bedroom floor with Niall Horan.

Ok, try not to freak out try not to scream and go into a coma this is really happening holy shit.

"Niall, hey wake up." I shook his chest a bit. It was hard, and warm.. Yeah.. He doesn't work at my ass.

He raised his head from the pillow and scratched the back of his head.

"Oh.. Hey? Morning." A small sleepy smile laid on his lips. I tried to remain calm, he's so.. So, sexy in the morning. Panty dropping actually.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked.

"Really good, yourself?"

"I'd say good." I replied, but in my head knowing it was my dream come true. I was just about to lift my head off his chest and move to the other side of the floor to prevent me from over staying my welcome at la chest de Niall. But he slung his arm over mine and caressed my cold skin with his hand.

"You're leaving soon, your tour bus is probably back up and running."

"Well I'll worry about that when it's time, but for now, I'm starved! Lets go get something to eat." I sat up and fixed my hair a bit, while he stretched and stood up. God was he attractive. He smiled at me and went down the stairs to the kitchen, me following closely behind. Downstairs there was a breakfast arranged on the table, pancakes, waffles, and fresh fruit.

"Your aunt left a note saying she was gone, so the boys and I made breakfast." Harry yelled from the kitchen. Rare that my aunt is gone, I'm obviously well looked after. Paul was sitting on the couch, and the other boys at the table. Niall sat down and patted the seat next to him as a signal for me to sit. I took my place at the table and poured myself a glass of water.

"What're you gonna have?" Liam asked me.

"Em, just some water I'm not very hungry." Truth was I was so hungry if I ate anything my stomach probably wouldn't know what to do with itself for lack of food.

"Aw c'mon we made this big breakfast and I'm sure there's extra for you!" Zayn said hopeful I'd change my mind.

"No, really I'm fine." I sipped on my water.

"What if I feed you?" Niall pulled some waffles onto his plate, cutting them into bite sized pieces. He stabbed into a piece and brought it up to my mouth.

"Niall really, no thank you."

"Please, just a bite!" He insisted. I reluctantly opened my mouth and let him feed me. It tasted so good, Harry really knows his way with waffles. I chewed and swallowed, showing off a big grin to Niall who was waiting for my reaction. But truth is as soon as it hit my stomach I felt guilty, like I've just gained ten pounds. The boys continued to eat until they were full, and afterwards the maids cleaned it up after arguing with the boys that it was their job and they really didn't have too help.

At around noon Paul came into the room where we were all watching television and announced it was time to go. I hugged each of the boys goodbye and thanked them for making this the greatest birthday I could ask for. But when it came to Niall I was at a loss of words.

"Um, well, thanks for coming, it was great to get to know you, and um, talk to you. And tell your mum I hope she gets well soon." I smiled at him. He looked down at me like he was studying my face. It actually made me a little self conscious..

"Can I, uh can I have your number? Maybe we can talk again sometime, it'd be a shame to let this friendship just die out." He fiddled with his fingers.

"Sure Niall." I smiled, when inside I was infant burning alive. He pulled out his phone and put me into his contacts. He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled his face into my neck, and I returned the favor.

"Bye Niall, thanks for coming, talk soon." I sighed deeply, and inhaled his scent once again.

"You're welcome, I'll definitely be giving you a call, and happy birthday Acella!" He gave me one last squeeze and walked to the door, turning one last time to wave goodbye. The door shut behind him and I was left standing alone in the living room. I watched through the curtains as their bus crawled out of my driveway and as soon as I was sure they weren't coming back, I ran up the stairs too my room and screamed until my vocal chords gave out.