Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter Five - Gotta' Be You

When I walked into Niall's house for the first time I was amazed! It was so big and tidy! Well, it was tidy until we got to Niall's room.

He showed me around each and every room in his house (Not that I'd even remember half of them) and nearly every single room was really clean apart from the odd book or pen on the desks or something like that.

So when we got to his room me nearly though we were in the wrong room! It was so untidy! There were two pringles tubs and a drink of coke (probably three days old) on the side near his bed. His bed was also unmade and there was an inside out shirt on the floor.

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t believe he could be so untidy!

"So, the entire house is absolutely squeaky clean but then as soon as we get to your room, it’s like a pig sty!" I said, smiling at him.

"Hey! It's not that bad!" he said, leaving my side and going to make his bed. I grabbed hold of the pringles and half-full cup.

"I'll take these down to the kitchen." I said, making my way out of the bedroom door.

"Okay, just shove the cup on the side and dump the crisp containers in the bin." he said carelessly.

"Yeah, okay." I said, going down the hallway and trying to find the stairs.

"Thanks!" he called.

I walked down the stairs and found my way to the kitchen, which took twice as long as it should of. When I go into the kitchen I put the tubs in the bin and washed the cup thoroughly. I knew it wouldn't get done for another week or two if i didn't.

I went back upstairs and found Niall's room, first try. It looked much cleaner from where I was standing. He wasn’t in there though. I didn't know that he was behind the door waiting to scare me. I walked in and looked around. He pounced out from behind the door.

"BOO!" he shouted clapping me on the sides of my shoulders lightly, laughing.

I nearly jumped out of my skin! I kind of had a feeling that he was going to do that as I walked in but it still scared me. I turned around slowly, for effect.

"That's the last straw!" I shouted pushing him gently. "We're settling this, with a pillow fight!" I grabbed the biggest pillow from his bed that I could find and whacked him as hard as I could in his stomach. He doubled over, his face scrunched up in pain, groaning.

I leant over, feeling guilty. "Are you okay? I didn't hit you that hard did I?"

He took the fact that I was lent over to his advantage and grabbed the pillow that was held loosely in my hand. He whacked me in the legs. "Ha! Now are you sure you want a pillow fight?" he asked swishing the pillow back and forth absent mindedly in his hands. I got another pillow from his pillow and hit him on the arm.

"Yes, never been surer." I said, between gritted teeth.

"Okay, your mistake." he said shrugging.

I hit him again in the stomach and on the leg. He hit me back, lightly, being careful not to hurt me.

"God, you fight like a girl!" I accused. This got the reaction I was looking for.

"Right! That's it; I'm not letting you win this fight anymore!" As he said this, he used the pillow to push me away and hit me several times. It still didn't hurt though.

I also used the pillow to push him onto the bed. I wasn't scared of hurting him. I knew he would get over it. Sometime. When I'd finally struggled to get him on the bed I whacked him everywhere. We were both laughing our heads off.