My Little Ballerina (Niall Horan fanfic)

Awkward flirting

Sketch pov

I woke up with a massive head ace. I guess the heroine is still wearing off. No one was awake yet so I think I should get up from the couch. Wait who up this blanket on me? I guess Zoe thought I was cold. I throw the blanket over me and jump off the couch. But not even two seconds in face planting on the hard wood floor.

"What in the hell..." I turned to look back at what I had tried on to see a boy holding some very important body parts while he groans in pain. I think I just stepped on him!

"What the hell are you doing sleeping on the floor?" I got up watching over him as he rolled from side to side still clutching his privates. He started getting up and straighten him self out. He looked quite angry.

"Really that's your apology and I wouldn't be sleeping on the floor if someone wasn't sleeping were I usually sleep" he spat out in annoyance. Now I felt kinda bad. I mean I took his 'bed' and then I basically mash his most valuable parts. I sight and look up at him ready to apologize.

" I'm sorry I'm just really hungry and that's when I get all grumpy and I'm just having the worst withdrawal so ya ... " I trail off waiting for him to make eye contact with me.

" If you weren't so fit I'd wouldn't think I would forgive you as easily" he smirks looking at me up and down.

Well now I don't know if to be offended or take whatever her said as a compliment. What the hell is he talking about I'm 'fit'.

"Fit?" I say in a confused tone.

"That means you hot, babe" he said before walking of into what I remember to be the kitchen. Wow couldn't have been any more straight forward. Everything is really quiet so I guess everyone else is still sleeping. I'm pretty sure that I met this kid last night but I can't remember his name. Hell it's a miracle I remember where I am. Heroine isn't the best when your coming down from you high. I walked into the kitchen to see him with his back turned to me. I analyzed him from the back.He was just wearing some grey sweatpants that hug low at his hips. He was actually quite.... well hot. I swear that if I wasn't in my best friend house I would lick him all over. He's just so delicious.

"If you stare any longer I think you eyes will exploded" his sexy morning voice rang through my ears. Even his voice was sexy I mean can this guy be anymore perfect.

"I wasn't staring I was observing" I tried to make my self less obvious about my hard core stare all over his body. I walked over to the counter where he was mixing something in a bowl and sat down right atop the counter.

"Oh and what do you concluded" is he flirting back with me? Of course he's flirting back with you! Hello he keeps getting closer to you by the second.

"I conclude that your pretty fit yourself" I put emphasis on the word fit. I hope I'm using it right because this British slang is so wired. I hadn't noticed that he was standing right in between my legs.

"Well look at the American girl. Learning how to use the British slang."me mocked me as he inched closer to my face. I would be lying to you that I wasn't intimidated by him right now. But I be damed if I let it show.

"The names sketch. British boy." I came in on his face so close that if I even flinched our lips would touch. But right before he could lean in I push him back.

"I don't think so. How about we start with your name" I tried to acted un-phased by his action as I spoke boldly.

"You do know we met last night and sat in the same room for about four hours before you passed out" he said with a hint of annoyance. I guess he's use to having girl swoon all over him.