Chance ( sequal to Lucky) Niall horan fan fic

One Christmas

I wakeup with my leg sprawled across niall. This is how we normally wakeup. Uh i must look terrible. I try to wriggle out of his grasp to wash my face.

" you my lovely are not going anywhere. " he says giggling.

" am i not?" I laugh.

" nope. You are gonna give me a big kiss." He bribes.

" really??!" I say.

" of course." He says pecking me on the lips. I deepen the kiss slightly.

He smiles into the kiss and pulls away.

" you have no idea how much i missed that." He whispers.

" hehe i missed you too snowflake." I giggle snuggling up to his chest.

Mmm i can still smell his aftershave from last night.

" whats for breakfast then macho man? Or should i say, nacho man?!!" I say wriggling out of his grasp.

" pancakes? But im making them!!!" He says pointing a finger at me.

" yeah thats probably a good idea...." I say giggling.

" im gonna go shower, wont be long." He says wriggling out of the covers and covers his manly parts while he walks over to the bathroom.

" can i join?" I ask.

" god you are very keen arnt you?!!" Niall jokes looking genuinely surprised at what i said.

" Am i? I was joking, now go wash yourself." I say laughing coz he has one hand sassily on his hip and the other behind his head.

" i shall." He says trying to sound gay.

**

Im gonna text josie.

To >josiestyles< from > lalachops<

Heyyyy, wuu2? Xx

From >josiestyles<

Not much. Wanna play question time? Xx

( question time is where u randomly as questions when ur bored and they HAVE to answer.)

To >josiestyles<

Yh k. U start. Xx

From > josiestyles<

Ok. When did you last kiss someone?

To > josiestyles<

Bout 5 mins ago! My turn, how many times have you done it with harry?

From > josiestyles<

You may be surprised but only once. Ill tell you why, it really hurt first time so we haven't done it since. Xx

To > josiestyles<

Omg really? Wow. I need a wee. Bye xx

Niall comes into the bedroom with a towel just above his v lines and walk to the wardrobe to get some clothes.

He takes out some sweats and a baggy vest top.

He drops his towel and slips on some boxers and then sweats. He walks downstairs as he pulls his top on.

I follow him down the stairs.

He sits on the sofa and flicks the tv on.

" doooopppyy dooooo." He mumbles as he changes channels. He stops on a repeat of the football.

I go into the kitchen and turn the kettle on.

Get some cupsss. Pour the water. Take out the teabag. Sugarrr. Voila.