Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 11

The sun was shining right through the window with no mercy, I did not want to get up at all. I grunt and roll over covering my face with my comforter, falling slightly back to sleep.

“Iris!” I hear a voice come from downstairs. No. just no.

I then hear footsteps stomp up the stairs, shuffling getting louder and louder with each step.

“Go away.” I say harshly, before they can bother saying anything.

“Jeez someone isn’t a morning person.” Yup it was Niall’s Irish voice. I still wasn’t going to be nice.

“Go away.” I say again. “Now.”

I hear him take more steps and then my bed shifts from his weight.

I kick my foot at him trying to push him off, with my head still covered and my eyes tightly shut.

“I want to sleep. Now.”  I say kicking him again, without a budge though.

“Iris, don’t be so lazy!” he says grabbing my foot and pulling me.

I squeal from the abrupt pull, trying to get away. I get tangled in my blanket in a type of cocoon. Niall was still pulling me off the bed as I scrambled to try and stay in place on the bed. But I know that wasn’t going to happen.

“Niall! Stop I’m going to get hurt then your next!” I was completely suffocated by the blanket, my arms were stuck to my sides and I couldn’t see anything but blue. The only thing that was out was my one left foot that was being pulled by the stupid boy.

“You can’t hurt me.” he states back. I was now falling to the floor with a loud thud. By hip landed on the floor and I grunted rather loudly. I was used to, I mean I’m in volleyball it happens.

I unscramble from my blankets over exaggerating it a little bit. I was finally free, but my hair was all in my face, my shirt was twisted, I just looked like one big mess. I was on the wooden floor, my legs crossed along with my arms. I was staring intently at the boy standing in front of me with a huge smile spread across his face. How I just want to slap him silly!

“Well hello there love!” he says plopping on the floor in front of me. I narrow my eyes at his giddiness. How can someone be so happy in the morning!

“Why? Just why are you here at this time of the morning!?” I say pointing to the bright window.

His smile turns into a smirk. “Its 1 in the afternoon hun.” He says crossing his arms over his chest now, trying to look like he knows more than me.

“And?” I say back.

“I thought you were dead! So I came to check up on ya.” He says standing up and offering me a hand. I don’t take it, still mad at him for waking me up. I stand next to him a give him a scowl, heading out to go downstairs for my left overs.

Niall follows me the whole way, we finally make it to the fridge as I pullout the bag and heat the burgers up. I turn around to see Niall going through a box on the counter.

“What’s in there?” I ask, not remembering what I put in there. The beeper goes off as I turn around and grab the burger.

“Um.” He says sounding unsure; I grab a plate from the cupboard that was already there after I washed them. “It looks like pictures of you and your dad?” The plate drops from hand shattering all over the floor. My breathing increases.

Pictures? I only have one picture with my dad that I know of.

I turn around slowly, wondering if he was playing some sick joke on me that was not funny.