Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 9

After I finish, I step out of the shower and wrap my hair up in a towel while I put my PJ's on.  I quickly brush my teeth and take the towel out of my hair.  I think I'll let it air-dry tonight and deal with it in the morning. I open the bathroom door to Niall's bare back facing me as he digs around in his bag.  I glance down the boxers he's wearing and groan inwardly.  Why does he have to look so good?  I climb into my bed and pull the covers up to chest.  Niall turns around and start to head to his bed, but I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him into the bed beside me. 

"Sleep here again."  I mumble, yawning. 

"Maybe I want to sleep in my bed for once." 

"Ah, Shuddup.  We'll only be here for a few more nights, and plus I like sleeping with you.  You're warm." I mumble, pressing my forehead into his bare chest. 

"Agreed."  Niall murmurs, kissing the top of my head.  He hums the tune to Little Things and I fall asleep pressed tightly against the boy I think I might be falling for. 

"Heather.  Heather, wake up."  Niall whispers in my ear in the morning.

"I want to sleeeeeep."  I complain, squeezing his waist tighter. 

"Heather, love, I can't breathe."  He whispers, and I loosen my grip a little. 

"Seriously, can't we just stay in today?"  I glance out the window at cloudy gray skies.  "It's raining."  I point out. 

"We've got a Meet and Greet before the concert." 

"What time does it start?"  I ask, still not letting go of his waist. 

"4."  He replies.  I glance at the clock that reads 8:30." 

"We've got almost 8 hours, Niall.  Can we pleeaassee just stay in?  I don't like the rain."  I complain, burying my face in his neck. 

"What would you like to do on our day in?"  He asks, rubbing his hand up and down my back. 

"Sleep with you."  I mumble into his shoulder. 

"Woah, love.  That's a little extreme."  He laughs. 

"You know what I mean."  I laugh along with him. 

"We could go buy a board game and play it."  Niall suggests. 

"We could, but I'm not changing."  I answer. 

"Deal."  He gently unwraps my arms from his waist and jumps out of bed and runs to his bag pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. 

"You coming or what?"  He asks, putting his wallet in his pocket. 

"You're carrying me."  I tell him, sliding my feet into my flip flops and climbing on his back.  

"Go the back way so paps won't see us."  I tell him, pointing to the stairs. 

"But you're too heavy to carry downstairs."  Niall complains and I swat his chest. 

"I am not heavy."  I reply, laughing. 

"We're taking the elevator."  Niall decides, pressing the white button with his finger. 

"It's your fault when the paps assume we're dating, and it doesn't help that my hair looks like sex hair."  I tell him as he step onto the elevator. 

"How can it look like sex hair if we didn't have sex?"  He asks as the elevator stops on the way down to let on an elderly couple. 

"It just can."  I reply, tucking my chin into the crook of his neck.