Coincidentally By Chance

Chapter 8

"If you need me, I'll be taking a quick shower," Niall said, pointing down a hall.

"I'll be here."

He walked off and I heard the shower start up. For a few moments, I walked aimlessly through the bottom floor of his apartment, looking at the picture frames on the walls near the front door. There were some of him, some of him and the other guys, some of people I didn't recognise, friends maybe?

Further along were some paintings, ones that weren't by him- the signature on the bottom wasn't his name. Then, past the livingroom, was a sort of lounge. That's where his paintings were. I had seen them when I first came in here two days ago. They could be seen from the livingroom and there were some that stood out more than others, with bright colors splattered  across the surface. Then, in the middle of the room, there was a sheet, which hung over what seemed to be a painting easle.

I think curiousity got the best of me, because I grabbed the sheet at the corner, slowly going to look at what was under it.

"Kaitlyn!" He shouted from somewhere across the house.

I dropped the fabric back where it was.

So close...

"Yes?" I asked, stepping out of the room.

"I forgot a towel, can you grab one?"

I chuckled to myself.

How great.

"Where are they?" I was now outside the bathroom door.

"Down the hall a couple meters, there's a closet full of them."

I walked, following the instructions and pulled one out. I went back to the door and stopped outside, closing my eyes.

"Here, my eyes are closed."

He laughed and I heard the door creak open. I stepped back and held my arm straight out and he grabbed the fluffy fabric, shutting the door again.

"Thank you."

"No problem," I replied.

I walked back and sat on the living room couch, just waiting. A few minutes later, Blondie walked out and stood in the walkway. He had on some basketball shorts that hung loosely on his hips, the elastic waistband of his boxers visable on the top. He had his black shirt over his shoulder, with the towel in his hands and he rubbed it against his hair in attempt to dry it.

Then my mind wandered back to yesterday at the cafe, "You can practically see the six-pack jumping out at you!"

I was surpressing a laugh, and just smiled at the ground to hide it.

"What are you smilin' about?" He asked, throwing the towel down the hall.

"Just something Laelah said while we were at lunch yesterday." I said as he slipped on his shirt.

"What was it?"

I smiled again, thinking of what Niall would say if I told him, "Nothing, you wouldn't care. And you'd probably think we're even more weird, or, well, she is, I'm an open book."

"So, what would you like to do?" He questioned after a few moments, sitting next to me.

"Anything but a movie. I love movies, but I'm burned out for a few days."

"Hmm... Would you like to see the rest of my place?" He said.

"Why not," I laughed, standing up after him.

"Alright, follow meee!" He said in a sing-song voice.

He linked my arms and dragged me around. First was the living room, then the music room, a kitchen, a bathroom, an office or study-type thing, then the stairs. After we went up, the was a spare bedroom and bathroom, a game and movie room, and then his room, along with the bathroom that was connected.