If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 41 - The Proposal

I drop my bags in my new room.

I had the choice between living in Niall's room, but I wanted a separate room.

It was already decorated. It had blue wall paper. A king sized bed pushed up against one wall. A white desk in the corner. A dresser opposite of the bed. A big closet was beside it. A walk in closet I might add. The quilt on the bed was white with colorful polka dots. Big window where tnext to the desk with dark blue drapes hanging over them. The floor was hardwood.

I grin.

"Soooo... do you like it?" Zayn breaks the silence.

I laugh softly and look at him. "It's awesome. Thanks."

"Now we must establish some ground rules. Liam." He looks at Liam.

"Every morning, unless you want to see a bare Harry, then you might want to keep your eyes closed." He grins.

I look at Harry in disgust. "That's disgusting!"

"Well, I like being naked. It makes me feel free." Harry grins. "Number Two: if you make a mess, either clean it up or tell Paul Louis did it." Harry informs me.

"Aye!" Louis yells. I laugh. "Anyway," Louis huffs, "Rule Three: Keep the PDA to a down low. I don't want to come into the livingroom and see you sucking face with Niall."

Niall and I blush bright red. "SHUT UP!" I yell.

"Rule Four: If you ever get chased by the paps, don't let them get inside the flat." Niall tells me.

They all turn to Zayn. "Rule Five: No sex. I don't care how loud you are or anything, I don't want my bestmate and my cousin banging on that bed NOR Niall's."

I roll my eyes as Niall blushes bright red and the others snicker.

"And I AM still mad about that." Zayn shoots daggers at Niall.

"Whatever." I grab a suitcase and roll it over to the wardrobe. I start hanging my clothes up on the hangers. "You act like my father Z. He would have had a shot gun pressed to Niall's back." I say sticking my head back in the room.

"I admire that man. He was a very smart bloke." Zayn points a finger in the air.

I laugh and roll my eyes.

I grab my other suitcase and roll it in. "I'm not a tiny little baby." I call out to him.

"I never said you were." He says strolling into the closet.

"But you treat me like some fragile, little bird learning to fly. You know how the parents push them out of the nest but right before they hit the ground they save them. That's you. You act like you should hide me from the real world so I don't hit the ground and get hurt." I look at him.

He nods. "Yeah I know. But you're my baby cousin. I haven't known you long but I don't want to lose you. Most of our cousins are dull, boring mean people. You're the funnest by far."

"Yeah but not every baby bird can stay in the nest forever." I remind him.

"Very wise young one. Very wise." He pats my head.

I cock my head back. "I don't even want to know." I laugh awkwardly.

He grins and helps me hang up my clothes.

We were done within minutes.

"I'll let you get the rest settled." He says motioning towards my special bags.

I nod as he leaves and grab the bag. I walk over to my bathroom door, on the opposite side of the bed and nightstand. I put all the feminine items underneath the sink, in the cabinet. I put my toothpaste, toothbrush, and hairbrush up then my shampoos and bodywashes.