The Switch

Chapter 27 | Change Your Ticket

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LIV.

Keeping my eyes shut to avoid the bright morning light, I yawned and stretched my arms, sighing sleepily. "Good morning."

A mumble came from the blonde haired boy next to me as he nuzzled his face in my neck. "Let's just stay in bed all day. I'm sure Oregon could do without you."

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Nice try, lover boy. As much I want to stay here with you, I need to pack."

He groaned and looked up at me, giving me puppy eyes and jutting out his lower lip. "Please? Five more minutes?"

I approached him until our faces were a mere inch away. "Puppy face, huh?"

Smiling, he murmured, "Did it work?"

I placed my lips against his softly. "Nope."

With that, I stood and strolled over to my suitcase and proceeded to throw my clothes inside.

"Cute pajamas, by the way," he grinned from the bed.

I glanced down at my hoodie and pink striped pajama pants. With a wink, I bantered, "You like? They're the latest from Victoria Secret. Aren't they so fab?"

"So fab," he said, speaking like a Valley girl.

I laughed before scowling at him. "Hey, now stop distracting me. I really do need to pack my stuff."

I grabbed my denim shorts, white T-shirt, and red and blue flannel and walked into the bathroom to get dressed. As I came out, I plopped on the ground and laced up my black high top Converse.

I looked up to see Niall sitting on the bed, gazing at me, saying nothing.

"What?" I grabbed my purse and slung it onto my shoulder. "What're you doing?"

To my utter surprise, he made his way over towards me and did that last thing I would've expected: he began to sing. And rather well, may I add.

"Watching you get dressed, messes with my head, take that bag off your shoulder." With this, he took my purse from me.

"Niall!" I laughed. "What are you doing?"

He winked and jumped into the bed. "Come get back in bed, we still got time left, this don't have to be over."

I sighed and shook my head in amusement. "You're such a weirdo, Horan."

"And you say it's hard to keep a secret, girl don't leave me all alone in this hotel." At these lyrics, he gave me a pouty expression.

"Hm. Last time I checked, this wasn't a hotel."

Ignoring me, he continued to sing. "You should probably stay, probably stay, a couple more days, come on let me change your ticket home." He held out his arms in a grand gesture.

I grinned, unable to contain giggles, and tried to focus on folding my clothes.

"You should probably stay, be with me, a couple more more days, come on let me change your ticket home." Giving me a mischievous look, he made his way over to my suitcase and started to take out the clothes that I had just folded.