Roomed with the Vampire Hottie (Niam) -spontaneous-

Chapter 3

Niall’s POV

You know that feeling when you like go inside the kitchen and you see your Mom cooking one of your favorite dishes, and then you go sit on your table fast as lightning and you just wait for it to finish. Then your Mom finally places the dish on the salver and you just shovel your spoon and place it on your plate. And your eyes are like super whopping like Lady GaGa’s just staring at the big chunk of roasted meat in front of you.

Yep, that kind of is the feeling when I reach for the door knob and open the door. It’s like I’ve seen the juiciest meat ever. I am not sounding like a total psychotic pervert maniac trying to slobber all over someone but if you were on my shoes, you’d be wearing it off and go throw yourself on the arms of this piece of shit in front of my eyes. And yes by piece of shit, I meant THE HOTTEST STEREOTYPICAL VAMPIRE DIARIES KIND OF GUY!

Wait… Why am I even thinking of vampire diaries? Ugh, I so need to take a break from my daily dose of Vitamin TV.

I saunter inside the Cabin that the receptionist just told me to stay to. Funny thing about the receptionist, she resembles my Math teacher during 7th grade: Old, grumpy, and full of “The Flab”. Oh how I love my Math teacher, and I love using sarcasm. I hope you get the pattern.

I remember when I was at Middle school. There was this teacher I’ve been crushing on when I was like 13. Yeah, I’ve been an active member of the boy hunt group and I got star every time. So he was like 25 or 24 I think. He was really young for a teacher I gotta say and yes, I fell in love with his built and his tantalizing voice that got through my veins. So yeah he was like married when I got to 7th grade. And that’s where the “Resemblance with the Receptionist Teacher” story started.

I don’t even know why I mentioned that one. That was like gazillion years ago. Ugh, that bitch is still hunting me from my thoughts. I shouldn’t be thinking of Math teachers.

When I’ve fully entered the room, I notice that the interior kind of looks like one of those cow boy movies where they stay for siesta and play outmoded finger style guitar tunes. I know how to play guitar too! Oh right, the cabin.

Auburn colored couches on each side of the room, a patio that displays the view of the lake that glistens under the sunlight, and there are two patio chairs facing the lake and one hoary with gold stands table in between the chairs, a night stand beside that single bed that… wait… there is only one bed? What is this, Twilight? I’m gonna be roomed with Edward Cullen and we are feeling each other’s skin?

Sheesh! Aren’t the interior designers of this cabin considered the danger and risks lying with someone on the same bed? What if he’s half vampire? What if he bites me? And I’ll be turned into a vampire?

Nah! I think like my brother greg. And Harry, who is completely, obsessed with Titanic and Vampire movies.

And the thing I’ve used as a metaphor to,  is that guy sitting on the couch asleep. I don’t know, maybe he’s my roommate. He’s like the definition of Hot and pepperoni. He’s like the meat Nando’s offers. Only a drizzle of gravy and olive would so turn him into a scrumptious evening meal.

‘Oh my nando’s Niall, you just don’t look at someone like a piece of meat’ I say to myself.

But of course, if he’s my roommate, then we’ll be on the same bed, feeling each other’s skin and probably end up clutching each other’s asses. Now that’s virginity violating.

“You must be the new guy,” I hear a voice that shooed me from dreamville. He is finally awoken. Was I too noisy to have woken up this guy? Good way to make an impression Niall. Very good.

“Uhmm.. yeah… y-you must b-..be my roommate?” A piece of shit for my stuttering.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He smirks. God, he’s killing me with those smiles of his.

“Yeah, I won’t either.” I nonchalantly say, putting my bags on the bed. He stands and sits on the bed, next to my bag. He then looks at me like I am from oddville. His eyes are brown, more like hazel. They are pierced through me. What da chicken wings is he doing?

“They’re blue,”

“What?”

“You’re eyes, they’re blue.” He speaks, looking stunned at the dull blue orbs I have.

“Yeah, maybe because I’m irish, or my parents used the blue colored lube they sell at walmart and the color mixed with my development.” I mutter, looking like o.O. He outs a hand on his mouth, suppressing a laugh.

THAT IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE SEEN I WANNA PUT HIM IN A BOX AND BRING HIM HOME! HE LOOKS LIKE A PUPPY! UGH, AND I HATE PUPPIES! BUT I JUST LOVE ‘EM NOW! DAMN PUPPY! I LUH YA PAPI! HAHAHAHAHA

“Either way, it’s pretty.” He says, forming a smile on his lips. He looks at me like he just saw something very enchanting to look at. He gives me the melting looks, and I just met the guy.

We’ve looked at each other for like 3 minutes now and I have to break the awkwardness. I don’t want to end up having to attack him and eat him whole. Woah, sounds like bestiality, cause I’m an animal. *does Ke$ha’s signature drunk gestures*

“So uhm…. Is the shower… available?”

“Yeah, it’s right there.” He points at the translucent glass door few metres away from the night table. I just want to take a quick shower, I feel hot. Adding to it is this piece of hit in front of me. Why does have to be so hot?

“I’m gonna take a shower… if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t…” He simply says, eyes glued onto me. Okay… he gives me weird gestures.

When I’ve taken my extra bath towel and my own shampoo, I pace inside the shower. I take a peek at… that guy on the bed. And to my surprise, he still is staring at me like he’s studying my motions. He turns away immediately after noticing him. Weird .

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