Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 15

A True Risk-Taker

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Niall's Pov

"Hey, babe?" I say to Belle who's texting away in bed.

She types something really quick, before sighing, and turning towards me, obviously not interested in what I have to say.

"We are not dating, we haven't talked about that, we said we were starting over, remember?" Belle asks, rolling her eye's at me.

"Someone's in a bad mood." I say, sitting down in the bed, since I was just standing.

"What do you want, Niall?" Belle asks, slightly annoyed.

"So I'm guessing its that time of the month?" I smirk at her, earning a slight smile, until she hid her face under the pillow, but I can hear her giggling.

"Dont make me laugh, I dont want to laugh." Belle says, peeking her head from under the covers. "I have a migraine."

"Aw thats rubbish! I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go clubbing with the lads, and I." I pout, "But I'll stay with you, I don't want you to lay in bed with pain all night."

"Go have fun, I'll just stay home with Naomi." Belle smiles. "But thanks for caring, Irish boy."

I just smile in return.

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"Belle are you sure you don't wanna come? You can just pop in a few painkillers and you'll be just grand." I wink at her, as I begin pulling my pants up.

"I really wanna go somewhere, but not the club.. I don't want to be all sweaty, sticky, and smelly, having a migraine is pain enough." Belle sighs, sitting up on the bed.

"You've been laying there on your phone all day, c'mon! we can go to dinner, the boys can go by themselves." I say, grabbing my phone off of the dresser beside me.

Speeding through my contacts, I land on Liam's number, as I begin ringing him.

"Hey, Liam? I'm gonna have to take a rain-check, I wont be clubbing tonight." I say, using my free hand to try and pull my shirt over my head, but fail and put him on speaker.

"A rain-check? Are you and Belle fucking?" Liam asks, but you can hear the seriousness in his tone.

"Yes Liam, we are totally fucking while you're on speaker." I say sarcastically, pulling my shirt on.

"Well have fun, I'll tell the lads." Liam says, before hanging up.

"So, Naomi is coming to dinner with us? I am not calling a babysitter!" Belle asks, slowly standing up off of the bed.

I'm not ready for her to go public.. but it's been almost two months of hiding Naomi, I have to reveal her soon.

"Yeah, now you go shower, I'll tell Naomi." I say, before jogging out of my room, and into Naomi's, to find her on her phone.

She has a phone?

"You have a phone?" I ask, walking over to her bed, and sitting down.

"Yeah, Louis bought me one a while ago, why?" Naomi asks, putting her phone down.

"Just wondering." I say, "You have a Twitter?"

"Just made one, everyone is so crazy about it, so I gave it a try. I hope you're not upset.. I know should've asked first.."Naomi mutters, fidgeting with her fingers.

"You should've asked first, but I'll let it slide, for now." I say, "We're going to dinner, so get ready."

I know I'm not letting it slide, once the paparazzi spots her, she'll be targeted by loads of hate, she's deleting that account.