Unsolved Mysteries *stopped*

7.1 Sunday

I wake up with a throbbing headache, so i push Chester off my blanket and get up. Why am i wearing sweatpants in bed? I shuffle out of my room, followed by Chester, holding onto my head and make my way to the kitchen. I really need an Aspirin right now. When i move past the couch i notice a large object on it, covered by a blanket. I take a closer look and realize, there is blonde hair peeking out from the top. It's NIALL! Suddenly my already throbbing head is filled with images: I fell asleep on him last night. He must've carried me to bed and slept on the couch. Too much wine.

In the kitchen i take an Aspirin and make some really strong coffee. Spoon after spoon vanishes in my cup. There's probably more coffee than water in there - Oh well. When i cast a glance into the living room, Niall is still asleep. I might as well make some breakfast, he'll be up when he smells food. First i fill up Chester's bowl -who then starts munching happily- then i take out a pan as quietly as possible and make some scrambled egg. I softly hum a familiar tune while cooking and pop some bread in the toaster.

"Good morning." A strong irish accent greets me from behind. I turn around and flash him a quick smile. "Good morning is a contradiction in itself." He chuckles. "You're not a morning person, are you?" "Not really." I must look horrible, i always do in the morning. My hair is a mess and my shirt slipped off my right shoulder. But Niall looks great with his ruffled hair, the stubble on his chin and his sleepy eyes. His morningvoice is spectacular. I concentrate on my eggs again when i feel Niall's stubbly chin resting on my bare shoulder. It tickles a bit, but feeling that heavy weight on my shoulder feels somehow...nice. I get this tingling feeling again, although people usually use a weight on one's shoulder as a metaphor for problems. Stupid people. I glance at Niall under my eyelashes and watch his face lighten up when he sees the amount of food in the pan before his stomach starts grumbling. A giggle escapes my lips and i mentally facepalm myself for sounding like a teenage girl. I move my arm slightly to move the pan and Niall takes his chin off my shoulder. Oh well. I pile the food on two plates and hand Niall one. "Thanks. That smells delicious." "It's just egg." "Still tasty." I roll my eyes at him and sit down in front of Niall. Chester takes his place under the table, where he thinks someone will sneak him food - he's obviously right, because i catch Niall doing so every now and then. This is the second time i have breakfast with someone else within one week. My life is really turning inside out.

"So, what are you doing today?" What I'm doing? I don't know, i'm probably going to sit down and read a book or something. I shrug my shoulders, because I've still got food in my mouth. Niall nods, then seems to think of something, because his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and he's sucking in his upper lip.

When our plates are empty, i get up and prepare the washing up. Niall moves next to me and takes a drying cloth. "You don't have to help, you know." I don't look at him, but i can already imagine a smile on his face. "It's the least i can do. You made breakfast and i ate your food last night as well." I just shrug my shoulders again. I'm not going to ask him not to help. I hate washing up, but i hate drying even more.

We do the job in silence, until Niall breaks it. "So, i was wondering if maybe you want to come over to my place, maybe." My head jerks up with confusion written on my forehead. Why would i want to come to his place? Does he think i would... No. Definitely not. Not going to happen, ever. Never in a million years.

"Never in your wildest dreams." I expected him to put puppydog eyes on or something, but instead he bursts out laughing like an idiot. Was he just joking? What is going on here? "Niall?" He doesn't answer, he just laughs and that is starting to irritate me. After a few seconds Niall catches his breath and finally stops laughing. I pull an eyebrow up. "What was that all about?" Niall looks at me like I'm a moron. "You quoted our new single." Yes, this guy laughs about everything. What is so funny about that? He must've noticed my expression, because he quickly changes the topic. "So, why not? I mean, I'm going to take you somewhere today anyway and i have to get changed, so i thought, you might as well come along and..." "Wait, stop." This time it's my turn to interrupt someone. Did he just say he was taking me somewhere? He hasn't even asked me yet! Maybe i have plans. Okay, he asked if i had plans, but still! Maybe i don't want to go anywhere with him. "Excuse me? You're not going to take me anywhere." I push a strand of hair behind my ear, then cross my arms and shoot Niall an outraged glare. His eyes widen. "B- But you- you said y-you didn't h-have any p-plans..." He is stumbling over his words which makes him pretty cute, I've got to admit. It's not like i have feelings for him or anything, he's just cute sometimes. The thing is, if i say yes, he's going to think he can do whatever he wants with me, so that's not going to happen. "Niall, you haven't asked if i even wanted to go anywhere with you today. Just because i let you in yesterday, doesn't mean you can jump to conclusions." I would've expected him to stare at his feet or something, but he does the completely unexpected: He puts his hands into the sink, takes them out again and flicks water at me! My eyes widen when i feel the wet drops in my face and i quickly take revenge. Chester runs off as soon as water reaches his snout. Soon the entire kitchen, including us, is completely wet. Niall is laughing his pants off again and I'm totally out of breath. "Okay, time out." Because he's laughing too hard to answer, he just gives me a thumbs up. I sit down on the wet floor, but my sweats are already soaked, so it doesn't matter.

The washing up liquid is starting to itch, i decide to have a nice shower. "Niall, I'm going to have a quick shower, do you want dry clothes?" He must be itching all over as well and sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt will definitely be somewhere in my wardrobe. Niall is already scratching his neck. "That would be great, thanks." I take my socks off, so the rest of the house stays dry and try not to drip on my way to my bedroom.

Returning with a large pair of dark-red sweatpants and an oversized black basic shirt, i hand Niall the clothes and after he thanked me again, i hop into the shower.

I come out of the bathroom, dry, smelling nice and a towel, wrapped around my long brown wavy hair. I'm fresh again. Showers are wonderful. I threw on a pair of light skinny jeans and a darkblue jumper. Walking into the living room and spotting Chester taking a nap, i remember Niall is still here, so i go looking for him. I finally spot him in the kitchen, where he's busy getting everything dry and clean again. That's sweet, but he wasn't supposed to do that. The floor is already dry (how the hell did he manage to do that? What did he do to the water?) and he's currently working on the table with a kitchen towel. "Niall, you don't have to do that." I say, grabbing another towel and wiping the tabel with it. "I'm doing it though." Niall is always so friendly and helping, it's unbelievable. I wonder what his place might look like, with him being famous and everything. Personally, i prefer my little flat, because cleaning up doesn't take as long as cleaning a freaking Villa. When the table is dry, we move to the counter. When the counter is dry, we do the cupboards. When the cupboards are dry, we do the rest. Done.

I quickly wash my hands and then go to the bathroom, take the towel from my hair and put some foam in. That stuff is perfect, first my hair was really fluffy and looked like a birdnest, but now it's normal and soft. I see Niall standing behind me, with his hands in his pockets. "What's the matter?" We stare at each other through the mirror while i work on my hair, so i can only see his upper body. His eyes are twinkling and he basically looks hot. "Would you like to go somewhere with me today?" My hands stop moving in my hair. What? Oh, i told him that he didn't ask me and now he's asking and... "Sure" I did not just say that. I refuse to admit my mouth just formed that word. Now he'll think iI'm easy or something! This is the worst! Niall throws a fist in the air "Yes." Why me? What have i done to deserve this? I roll my eyes at him through the mirror and continue fixing my hair. After letting out a chuckle, he leaves the bathroom. As soon as I'm finished i walk to the hall and put my trainers on. Before we leave Chester should go for a walk. I walk into the living room with the leash, ready to call Chester, but when i walk in, i stop. Niall is sitting on the couch with the dog on his lap, stroking him. And he's talking to him quietly, so i wouldn't be able to hear it in the bathroom.

"You know, Chester, that woman is something special. I don't know how to act around her, because everything i do seems to insult her in a way. What am i doing wrong? You live with her, you surely have all answers. Why can't you talk?"

He's not really doing much wrong. I'm just not used to it. I don't know why he keeps showing up, why he won't take no for an answer, why he's so interested in me.

"Like yesterday, she seemed pissed, that i came over, but then everything was fine. We had a good evening. But she is so distant sometimes. I can't get close to her, not physically, but as in psychical. At first, she wouldn't even let me touch her in any way, but that's already changed, thank god. I just don't know what to do anymore."

Yes, he's right. I don't want him in my life, but i can't help myself. I don't really want him gone either. I guess I'm pushing him away from me, but deep down i want to pull him closer. It's weird.

"Chester, maybe you can't understand me or whatever and what I'm doing is mad, but i haven't got a clue anymore. Every other girl would've melted away on monday. With the book and the snowstorm and so on, but they would've at least thawed Tuesday, when i returned the purse. On Wednesday they would've fallen in my arms. Amd then there's Ophelia. She's a mystery. She's just not comprehensive!"

Niall is very sure of himself. The way he described how other girls would've fallen for him long ago makes me...i don't know. I don't particularly like the idea of other girls in his arm...but I'm not jealous. Definitely not.

I move slightly, but underestimate the noise the leash makes. The metal bit - where collar and leash connect - hits the doorframe and the sound causes both Niall and Chester to lift their heads and look at me. Niall's face lights up when he sees me and he gently picks Chester up and puts him down on the floor. He then gets up and they both come over to me.

"Chester needs a walk before we leave." "Okay."