Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 12

My eyes flutter open as I take in my scenery.

This isn't my hotel room.

My memories from last night flood my mind, and a small smile creeps on my face.

I'm at Niall's room.

I'm in Niall Horan's bed.

Wait.

Shit!

They'll know something is up.

They'll think we're sleeping around.

This can't happen, this can't.

I quickly get my thoughts together and head off the bed, but something is holding me back.

Niall's arms are clutched around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

How did we even get in this position?

I try to pry Niall's arms off without waking him up, but my mission is shortly defeated when I feel him wiggle and groan.

"What time is it?" He mumbles while retreating his hands from my waist, escaping me from his grip.

I sit up, looking down upon his beautiful sapphire eyes.

I lean over to my- Niall's nightstand an snatch my phone from the charger.

"Eight thirty." I chuckle, knowing he's going to be pissed I woke him up so early.

"Why'd you wake me up so early?" He questions me with a polite tone, but I can sense some annoyance in his groggy voice.

He rubs his eyes with his broad hands and sits up, mimicking me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." I quickly apologize but can't help a smile that appears on my face.

As my phone still in my hands; I find myself on twitter.

"It's alright, babe. Well, now I'm up. What should we do, yeah?" He asks in-between yawns.

His face is the cutest when he yawns. His eyes tightly shut close, creating the most adorable wrinkles. And he stretches out his arms, showing off his toned muscles.

Jesus.

I shake my head, trying to make the thoughts escape my mind.

"You alright?" Niall giggles causing me to laugh back. I gently push him,

"I'm fine! What should we do?" I wringer him. We have till one till we need to leave for the gig tonight.

Niall cups his chin in thought and smirks at me.

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows towards him.

"I think we should..." He stops, my anticipation growing every second he's quiet.

"Should what?" I interrogate him, eager for him to answer. I gesture to him to tell me.

"We should...do something on twitter." His smirk still plastered on his beautifully sculptured face.

"Like what?" I question, growing annoyed by his stalling.

"We can do a q-and-a!" He cheers and grabs my hands, making them clap with his.

"Since when are you so twitter-oriented?" I giggle while rolling my eyes.

He lets go of my hands and leaps off the bed, heading to the living room.

"Since now. I'll get the computer!" He bellows and runs the rest of the way to the computer. I can't help but giggle and roll my eyes at his attitude.

I've never in my life seen him so excited to do a q and a.

Especially when we did a twitcam yesterday.

I ignore the thought and focus back on the Niall skipping back to the bed.