A.M. (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty Five

I turned to the next page of the magazine. I was looking through a hairstyle magazine trying to keep up with the new styles. My phone lit up with its usual ringing tone. I was surprised when I saw Harry's name in the caller id.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Darcy"

"What's up?"

"Um, I was wondering if you could come over this evening and kinda do a formal hairstyle for me?" he asked unsure. I burst out laughing.

"Hey, why are you laughing?" he asked, his tone annoyed.

"I'm mean. Come on. Is this Harry Styles or am I talking to an impostor?" I asked him, which made him huff in annoyance.

"You never allow me to touch your hair. Now, look at you calling me up to do your hair. What is going on Harold?" I asked him.

"If I tell you, you should not tell anyone. Promise?"

"Promise."

"I'm taking Rosie out to a dinner tonight and..."

"You're gonna ask her to be your girlfriend" I shouted.

"I have an ear that may stop working if you keep yelling like that" he chuckled.

"Oh my God. That is so amazing, Haz" I exclaimed.

"I've been meaning to ask her this for a while and I want to make it special. So...you coming over?"

"Of course, yeah. I'll be there. What time?"

"Whenever you can but before 6:30. Don't tell her alright?"

"I won't" I chuckled.

We hanged up. I closed the magazine and stoop up to make myself a cup of tea. Niall was still dozing off from his headache. I walked to my kitchen and took a mug from the cupboard.

I gasped when two arms rested on my hips and relaxed instantly when I realized that it was Niall.

"How is your headache?" I asked him. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I chuckled.

"Do you want some tea?" he nodded, his hair tickling my skin.

After I finished making the tea, we walked over to the couch with the mug in our hands.

"We have to go over to your house this evening. Harry asked me a favor"

"What favor?" he asked his eyebrows knitting.

"Shhh" I placed my finger on my lips. "Secret" I shushed him, causing him to frown. I giggled at his reaction before turning on the T.V.

He snatched the remote from me, "Tell me"

"It's a secret"

"What is it?"

"A secret is something that you don't tell anyone and keep it a secret"

"Darcy, you're annoying. You know that right?"

I nodded my head, smiling haughtily.

"So, um, Darcy.."

"What?" I turned to face him, taking a sip from my mug of tea.

"I still did not give you anything for your birthday" he said looking down at our intertwined fingers.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to get me anything. You being here for me is more than enough. I don't want anything, OK?"

"But I already got you something" he said looking up at me with a cheesy smile. I smiled back.