Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 3

NIALL'S POV:

I unlocked the front door of my house cautiously. Although we were almost never silent, for some reason through halfway of the car ride until now, it has been nothing but mute. We entered the home, with no hesitation go straight for the couch. We let out a deep sigh, waiting for someone to say something.

"Would you like me to make some tea?" She's asked so shyly. Me knowing I can't make the perfect cup of tea, she doesn't trust me with that kind of stuff, she was always the chef, even before we were together.

"Yeah, uhm- sure" I replied slowly. Kate hesitated to get up, she paused.

"Listen, I know we are sort of a new couple but I don't want things to get awkward like this" she talked quickly, like it had been on her mind for awhile.

"Yeah, I totally agree" I smile and leaned in for another kiss.

"You're cute" she briefly said right before getting up towards the kitchen.

Spending time with Kate was always great. It was kind of an escape from all the 'one direction' fame. It feels like I'm almost a regular ordinary person again.

I got up, followed far behind Kate. I took a seat by the island table looking directly at her, without her noticing.

"Do you want to get changed? You look uncomfortable" my words came out more flirtatious than planned. She turned around showing me half her face. She smiled. I took her response as a yes and made my way upstairs. I quickly picked up a t-shirt for her to wear, that would be oversized.

"Here" I handed her the piece of clothing.

"Thanks, ill be right back" she winked. Within 5 minutes she came back, still cute as ever. Her hair was pushed back into a messy ponytail, and the hem on the shirt reach mid thigh.

"Adorable" I smiled.

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Not even an hour later, Kate and I had build a all blanket and pillow fort in the middle of my living room upstairs. We had placed the tv close enough for us to see, we had watched the classic 'the breakfast club' which had been Kate's favorite. She was placed her head on the side of my chest, with her arm resting on my stomach, my forearm wrapped her waist. She had her eyes glued to the television. But the whole time I had been adoring her: her laugh, her smile, how she always cried at certain parts, her face, her. I had spaced out, not realizing what she was saying. I felt a weight part from my chest.

"Niall? Babe?" She laughed.

"Sorry?" My fumbling made her giggle more "can we just cuddle?" Her laugh turned to a smile wide enough for her small dimples to show.

"My words exactly" she positioned herself in my arms.

We had talked about everything. About our past, funny stories, and some embarrassing. But I didn't care. After hours of talking, she had finally drifted off to sleep.