pillowtalk ♡ njh

f i v e

niall–

        rays of sunshine layed across the mattress, and was visible on les' tanned arms. she was still asleep, even after my loud alarm rung right in her ear.

"leslieeeeee," i say. burying my face in her neck, giving small kisses along her collarbone. leslie groaned and mumbled something i couldn't make out.

after awhile of just laying there with only the sound of her small snores being heard; i finally say, "hey les, you should make me breakfast."

she turned over so that she was facing me, she gave me a kiss before getting up from bed. she fell asleep naked next to me after what had happened last night. just thinking of the previous night makes me smile to be honest... anyway, she slipped on one of my shirts and turned around.

"what do you want for breakfast?" she asked, yawning afterwards.

"anything... oh—pancakes!"

les laughs then nods, then walks out of the room to make breakfast.

after eating, we both decided to get ready for the day...

"please enlighten me on why you set an alarm for two p.m. on a saturday," les asks walking out of the bathroom. she was laughing, and putting on some chapstick that looked like an egg. she had on a black dress which immediately made my mood turn.

"are you going out in that?"

leslie groaned, "it's an one hundred and seventy-eight dollar auden dress—hell, lemme wear it."

"just change," i shrugged. i liked it, and i know other men would too. i stood up and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on the top of her head.

"don't get anything on this damn dress ni, i swear if you do—"

"—i might rip it off ya later tonight." i interrupt her, playing with the straps of the dress. "if ya change though, you can wear it later tonight..."

"oh shush." she laughed before walking back to the bathroom to change.

*

i drove until i saw the dry brown grass and ghetto looking buildings that is maywood, california. i parked in front of the caley theater.

outside, was a girl in... the same dress as les. but this girl was wearing a turtleneck underneath and knee socks. she had a black headband which reminded me of alice in wonderland. she was using her left hand to keep the sun out of her eyes, and her right hand was resting on her hip. she was just looking up in the sky, she didn't even notice i had been here for five minutes.

i walked out of my car and now she was looking at the ground, kicking around a rock. i finally made it to the enterance and she still didn't look up.

"excuse me?" i say, finally getting her attention. she looked up at me, and tilted her head to the left a little; showing confusion.

"are you mr. horan?" fuck.

"y-yeah."

"oh," she put her hand out signaling for me to shake it. "i'm emilia, and i guess i'll be your tour guide today." she giggled as i took her hand and shook it.

"you can call me niall," i said.

she raised her eyebrow, "like the river?"

i rolled my eyes, "think about this, why would anyone name their child after a river?"

"i dunno, you tell me mr. i'm-named-after-a-river."

"okay what about you, ms. i-like-wearing-long-sleeved-dresses-when-it's-ninety-degrees-outside."

she squinted her eyes, "you know; i left early from an art show for your ass. don't even think about me sass."

to be honest i was shocked by her. she was different, she was rude. she was actually rude to me, and i kinda liked it—but i didn't.

"and technically, niall horan, it's seventy-eight degrees." she smirked, opened the door—for herself. she closed it when i was trying to go in, which once again; different as hell.

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dedicated to my wifey, brownienjh