My Brother's Gang *Niall Punk Fanfic

McDonalds

I stir as Nathan opens my curtains, I cover my head with the quilt. "Nathan..." I mumble, burying my head deeper into my soft black double duvet. "You have to get up, Niall will be here in an hour." He sits down on my bed and removes the duvet, handing me a cup of coffee. "Thanks." I grin sitting up and drinking it, its too sweet but I don't mind, something tells me I'll need the extra sugar.

"I was surprised when Niall offered, he usually only likes to do the food shopping." Nathan chuckles, raising his eyebrow. "Nathan, I know what you're thinking. No. Just no, I've just met Niall, he doesn't like me." I laugh almost spilling my coffee. "But that doesn't mean you don't like him." He smiles. I had never really thought about it, I like him, but not really in that way, he just seams the nicest out of all of them. "Of course I don't like him!" I usher him out of the room and get dressed.

I walk down the stairs, Nathan's on the phone to someone. "Okay, I'll see you later, bye." He hangs up and smiles at me. "The boys are coming for dinner tonight, can you buy the ingredients for spaghetti bolognaise please?" He hands me £20. "Sure." I put it in the bag with my own money, there's a knock at the door. I open it and Niall is stood there with a massive smile on his face.

"Morning." He grins. "Hi." I smile shyly, it suddenly dawns on me. I'm going to be spending the whole day with a boy I've just met, who's part of a gang. I get scared as I follow him to his car, I don't let it show. "So where do you want to go for your shopping spree?" He asks starting the car's engine. "Ummm, town will do." I mumble. "Okay, we're going to McDonalds when we get there, I'm starving." He laughs, his laugh is deep and kind of sexy...

What? No. I didn't just think that. Nope. No. Never. It didn't happen. "Lets go." Niall parks the car and we head to McDonalds. "What you having?" Niall asks getting his wallet out. "I can get my own!" I pout. "Nope, I'm getting it, deal with it. Now choose." He laughs at my agitation. "A bacon baguette and coffee please." I mumble as I strop upstairs to find a table. Niall follows with a tray full of food, I laugh at him struggling to carry it. He places it on the table and sits across from me. "We need to talk."