"The One" A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Morning

Niall's POV

Sammie fell asleep. I stare at her stroking her face. I could tell how embarrassed she was after what had happened. I feel bad for her. I on the other hand don't really care about it. It was an accident, and it was my fault. I start to drift off, getting slower with the brush strokes. Before I know it, I'm out.

*Next Morning*

I feel Sammie squirm a bit which causes me to wake up instantly. I look around a little confused as to why I'm not in my own room. I take a minute to recall last night and everything comes back to me. I reach for my phone careful not to move. Once it's in my possession I turn it on, 8:45 a.m. I woke up pretty early. I put the device down then look at the angel laying on my chest. She's beautiful. I put my arms back around her and close my eyes hoping I'll fall back asleep. We lay there on the black couch for three minutes when she starts moving. She groans and opens her eyes, then moves her head to see me. "Good morning." She says with a bit of a raspy voice. "Good morning love." I say back groggily. She smiles laying her head back down and not even a second later she jumps back up. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I wake you up?" She asks scared. "Don't be sorry. You didn't hurt me at all. When I woke up I didn't realize you were on me. And I woke up on my own." I say calming her down. She breathes out as though she was holding in for years. She moves her thick curly hair and smiles, "Good. I'm glad." She says. She gets up to use the bathroom almost tripping as she gets up. I get up going to the kitchen looking for ingredients. A professional chef must have all the ingredients necessary to make pancakes, right? I rummage through her cabinets finding all the things I need. I start assembling the mix when she comes out and goes to her roommate's room. I keep measuring, occasionally looking up to her. She walks out confused and grabs her phone. She holds it up to her face and in 30 seconds she pulls it away. She looks mad and scared altogether. She then notices I'm not where she left me and turns toward me. Then smiles in surprise.

"I'm supposed to prepare breakfast." She claims. "Yes but, I stayed here last night and you treated me quite nicely. This is the least I can do." I state plainly. She grabs her arm stroking up and down still thinking about last night. "Sam..." She looks up intently, "Yes?" She asks concerned. "Hey, what happened last night," I look at her to she that she is looking down embarrassed, "it was my fault. And believe it or not...that's not the first time that's happened." She looks up, "Really?" she asks. "Yeah, except this time was different. I stayed." Sammie looks at me, looks away, then smiles. I finish making the tasty pancake batter and grab a pan while turning on the stove. I start putting the batter on the pan when she comes over doing something I've always wanted to do to her and she do to me, she hugs me from behind. I stop what I'm doing and turn around embracing her in my arms. This moment is perfect I feel as though we are in a healthy committed relationship. I could stay like this for the rest of my life. Though, I could use a shirt. She lifts her head up, longingly looking at me. I bring my head down closer to her's, I close my eyes after she does. I gently place my forehead on her's, as I open my eyes she does the same and we smile. She pulls away going to the laundry room. I should have kissed her, I know I should've, but it would've been too soon.

I watch her walk away opening the door to the laundry room. She walks in and after 10 seconds runs out. "Did you wash my bras and thongs/panties with your shirt?!" She asks shocked. "Yes, I thought it would be better to have a full load and not waste detergent." I respond not looking away from the pancakes on the pan. She stands there for what seems like a year. "Did you see anything disturbing?" She asks this time scared. "No. Nothing disturbing just a pair with some blood on it, that's all," I turn over to her to see her cover her eyes with her hands, "Sammie, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's part of life for you. If I wasn't expecting or wanting to see that I wouldn't have grabbed your panties in the first place." I say trying to reassure her. She lifts her face and smirks slightly. She comes back to hug me again. "Thank you..." she whispers. She walks back to her couch, I close my eyes for a second when I feel my shirt hit my chest. Sammie smiles, "You don't have to put it on if you don't want to." And with that she heads to her room. I can't help but smile when I'm around her, she lights up my world. And no I really don't care about the panties, that's nature, I can live with it.