~Elizabeth's POV ~
I open my eyes.
I'm breathing in the fresh air that is flooding into the room.
The soft pillow underneath my head makes me want to close my eyes again.
I realize that I've cut myself when I try to lift my arm to wipe the sleep out of my eyes, which explains why Luke is with me in the bed.
And that's when I notice that it isn't Luke in my room, next to me on my bed. The person next to me is asleep too, and my supposedly "pillow" from before turns out to be his woolen sweater where I have been lying on.
I don't remember much from last night, because I took some pills, but I do recall Luke having called someone to come over and help. I don't fully understand why, though. Luke has taken care of me alone several times, so why did he need help?
As comfortable as whoever's sweater this is, I don't exactly feel comfortable lying next to him. After all, I don't know the guy, you know? So I lift my head off of the person's chest and sit up. My head is slightly spinning when I do that, but I've been here before, and it's my own punishment.
I turn my head around to look at the boy's features, and I almost choke on air. I do know this boy. He's on thousands of tabloids and gossip sites and news papers and whatever there is else.
He's in One Direction.
Niall Horan is in my bed.
Holy crab cakes.
Is this real?
Where is Ashton Kutcher? I expect him to jump out of my closet in
Three.
Two.
One.
No one.
Crap.
I look at Niall again. He looks really cute. And the reason why he is in my bed is probably very obvious, he must've came when...
He probably had something...
Okay, I can't think of anything.
My genius brain isn't ready for so much action this early in the morning.
Is it even morning? I don't even know.
Where is that crappy phone when you need it the most?
I'm hungry, too.
God, I hate being hungry.
When I'm practically freaking about Niall Horan being in my bed, I don't even notice that I have woken him and he's looking at me, jumping up and down on my bed, squealing lightly and being all fangirlish and all.
"Morning, love." he says suddenly, causing my heart to skip not one but two beats because he called me love, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
"Hi" I whisper back. His morning voice is so sexy!
Can I just point that out?
Thanks.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asks me and he gestures to the bandage on my wrist. So he was the person who Luke called?
Great.
He probably thinks I'm crazy now.
"How much did you see of them?" I ask him, closing my eyes as I wait for his answer. Instead of answering immediately, he sits up and takes my arm.
Normally seen, I would've yelled at anyone who did that, but somehow, I know I can trust Niall.
He is safe.
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Normal is boring.
Fanfiction-------ON HOLD-------- Elizabeth Clarke is nothing but normal. Normal hair, normal clothes, the lot. 'What's wrong with normal?' People often ask her. 'What's NOT wrong with normal?' She'll answer and then, she'd walk away. Elizabeth wants to be...