Stand behind the music

Chapter 22: Sure.

*short update sorry!!*

Harper’s POV

“NIAAAALLLL. Hurryy upppp and help me get this box of paint, it’s too heaaaaavy.” I groaned as the moist sweat beads dropped down my forehead.  He came up from around the corner, sour expression on his face.

“Hey I have this like really wild idea, but you might not like it… Why don’t you pick something up?” He smirked and I rolled my eyes sassily.

“But… I don’t have the muscles like you do…” I lied and looked off in the distance dramatically.

“Well… that’s true.” He kissed his bicep and flexed it for me.

Painting day sucked. We just moved into a cute little 2-story flat that Niall helped me pick out. I was sad to not be living with Alina anymore but I’d live with him, and that’s a huge plus. We never really fought, except on the stupidest funny things ever.

For example, our conversation we had earlier.

“Red. Our bedroom will be painted red.” I confirmed.

“No, it will be green, and you’ll like it.” He leaned against the door frame.

“No, Niall. I am CONFIRMING our bedroom is going to be painted red, no exceptions.”

“I am DENYING your confirm. It will be green.”

“NO. I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE A GREEN ROOM.” I screamed.

“WHY ARE WE FIGHTING OVER THIS?!?!” He groaned.

I shrugged and we kissed and got pizza. Simple as that.

I had finally convinced him to paint it red, but he was grumpy until I told him we could hang a giant Irish flag in there. That shut him up. Now we were in our soon-to-be bedroom, each with a gallon of ruby-red paint.

I slowly dipped my brush into the can and dragged it back out, wiping it all over my wall I was working on. I was wearing some old Aeropostle sweatpants and an old ‘Orange Beach’ tank top from high school.

“Niall, babe, will you put on the music?”

“It feels lyk a perfekt nit to dres up lik hipstrs”

“EW CHANGE IT.” I shuddered.

“DOOONT DROP DAT THUN THUN THUN (AYYEEE)” My Ihome blasted.

I squatted little bit and put my hands on the top of my thighs and twerked.

“Daaaaang, gurl.” He whistled.

I turned around and laughed. I got back into normal position and started painting as I felt a splat of cold liquid on my back.

“Oops.” Niall smirked.

“Oh, it’s on Horan, You have no idea what you just walked into.” I smiled mischievously.

I dipped my paintbrush into the red can and pulled back my brush hairs, perfectly splattering his white v-neck.

He raised an eyebrow and came about 2 inches away from my face and breathed on me.

“It’s so far from over.” He raised a big hand and rubbed red paint on my cheek and forehead.

I pulled back and gasped. I dipped both my hands into the paint and rubbed it on his face.

“Oops.”

He pulled me in, winked and put his hands on my face, kissing me.

It was a perfect kiss. Not sloppy, not stiff. I slowly bent down as we were kissing, got some paint on my hand, and pulled away and painted his arms.

“I WIN. HA.” I did my happy dance.

Niall pretended to be devastated, got down on his knees and screamed WHY MEEE. I giggled and continued painting our walls.

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I smiled and walked back to the couch, popcorn in hand. We were having a lazy night date. I was in my PINK sweatpants and Wildfox jumper with unicorns on it. Niall clicked the Netflix app on the Wii.

“Hmm. Which movie?” He stared back at me.

“Love Actually.” I said firmly.

Niall groaned and stomped his feet. “AGAIN??” He pinched me gently.

I nodded and crossed my arms. “It’s my decision, and I’m sticking to it.”

He groaned and snarled at me.

“You can get a kiss.” I rolled my eyes.

He smiled and clapped his hands. We pressed play and got snuggled in. We had Chewy Sprees, Popcorn, Root beer floats, pringles, and nutella.

We need a diet, and soon. Niall started playing with my hair, fake curling it.

“Princess… why me?” Niall questioned.

“Hmmm?” I questioned and looked up at him.

“Out of all the attractive and strong guys there are. Why me? I’m just a puny blond Irish boy.” He looked down.

I gasped. “You are everything but that. You’re my world. You saved me from all the darkness. Without you I’d be a complete mess” I was trailing off.

He kissed me again, but when he pulled  away, he smiled.

“They’re still there.”

“What?”

“The fireworks from our first kiss. They’re still there everytime we kiss.”

I nodded in agreement.

PING

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Thought I’d be gone… Thought wrong. B xx

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