Cold Coffee (Niall horan)

Chapter 5

Dreams

I woke up with a jerk with Niall right beside me. "oh sorry didn't meant to scare you I um made you some break-fast if you're hungry." he said hope filling his aqua coloured eyes. I sighed sitting up, stretching my finger tips reached to the edge of the bed while my toes poked out if the small quilt I was provided with. "uh yeah-h I am a little." I replied with a smile. He handed me the plate and set the glass of orange juice. "alright call me if anything happens all right?" he asked standing up and walking towered the door. "I'm fine for now." I said taking a bite of the eggs. "alright." he said closing the door slowly.

I slid the food aside and jumped to my bag grabbing some sweats and a t-shirt. I pulled them both on pulling my hair out from the inside. Making it fall like curtains in front of a window making it hose were ever it wants to.

I reached down again grabbing one of my empty sketch books and some coloured pencils.

Turning my back to face the door I pulled a green and drew some grass moving onto the girl who was lost in her own world seeking to find her loved ones again. Her face seemed to be finding something it had a tug of a frown seemed that she frowned to much her forehead crinkled while her hands so tender and small scattering across the grass she was holding onto while her legs tilted to the left intertwined with each other her feet small details sprinkled across.

I smiled at it as I started with her side braid and her pink floral dress.

"Niall was right you can draw!" someone gawked behind me. "told you." Niall said. I turned around to see the boys staring at me. "what?" I asked. "you can draw!" Edward said. I turned back around ignoring Edward I am so mad at him right now. Ugh I can't even talk to him right now. I covers it with my sweat shirt that was already hanging loose from my bag. I turned around not making eye contact with Edward. "um can I ask you something?" Niall asked biting his lip. "anything." I replied smiling. "okay to make sure you stay safe Edward Marcel Harry and I are taking you to Econ hill, california." Niall said. "that wasn't a question..." I said. "i wanted to make sure it was okay with you." he said. "it's not okay." I finally said. "what why?" Marcel asked confused. "because of the stunt Edward pulled last night." I snapped. "we will keep a eye on you at all times." Niall muttered. "ugh what ever I will go under one condition....we drive there I hate planes and we go to a lake." I said. "YES!! and done done done same here I hate flying." Marcel said. "yay!" I said patting him on the head. "we have something in common!" I added getting up. He smiled jumping up also. Edward ripped the page from my book and ran down the hall. I took after him jumping on his back tackling him to the ground. "I may be tiny but sure is strong as heck." I smirked climbing off him. "holy coww." Edward groaned. "yeah." I said walking to my bag and re-packing.

"so when are we leaving?" I asked. "about fifteen minutes." he said. "you're just now telling me this!" I said turning on my heels. "sorry!" he said raising his hands in surrender. I scoffed pulling my hair into a messy bun and grabbing my black converse pulling them on. I grabbed my iPod and ear phones and shoved them into my pocket. I slinged the two bags around my shoulder walking out of the door an putting it in Niall's trunk. I walked back inside helping Marcel with his bag. "thank you." he said. "not a problem." I smiled picking up the bag.

I walked to the back of his car and dropped the bags into the trunk smiling as I walked to the car door pulling it open. I sat in the back and un-raveled my ear buds and played music blasting "roar" by Karty perry. Harry looked at me from beside me and smiled. Turning my music down to find out what they were saying I smiled.

"she is pretty I agree." Marcel said. "more like hot." Edward said. Niall took his eyes off the road and glared at Edward before driving again. "what?" Edward asked. "it's true!" he added. I turned my music up rolling my eyes at the sense.