Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

18: Studying

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“Logan?”

“She’s not home right now, leave a message after the beep,” I replied to Niall as I laid on the couch eating some popcorn and watching a documentary about The Rolling Stones. I had one of Harry’s jackets on and let me be the first to tell you that it smells heavenly. I had the hood up and a blanket on over me because I always kept it cold in the flat. I really like having to put on jackets and pajama pants.

Niall sighed from behind me. “Logan please?” he asked, leaning over the back of the couch. I still was watching the show and not paying attention to him. I shook my head no. 

I heard another huff from behind me and smirked to myself. That is until I started to feel the couch rise up from behind me, slowly about to tip me off. 

“Niall stop!” I screamed, putting my feet on the ground so I wouldn’t fall. 

“Now that I have your attention,” he said, putting the couch back on the ground. “Do you have Leah’s number?” he asked. 

If I was drinking something I would’ve spit it out. “Leah? As in goody goody Leah?” I asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch facing him. He jumped over the back and sat facing me. 

“Yes, Leah. Do you have it or not?” He kept his face serious. Oh boy. 

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I smirked. His jaw tightened and I watched the shift in his eyes turn hard. This could be fun. 

“Just give it to me.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Why does it matter?”

“She’s my friend and I would like to know and protect her if a certain blondie is going to try and get into her pants with his charming ways,” I said. 

He shifted on the couch. 

“You think I’m charming?” he smiled. 

I sighed and turned back to the television, not facing him. “Very charming, Niall,” I rolled my eyes and ate more of my popcorn sitting on the table. “But that’s not the point. Why do you want her number?” I asked again. 

He scooted next to me. “If you think I’m so charming maybe I should just keep your number,” he said. His right leg was touching my left. Okay. 

I cleared my throat. I turned my head to face his which was closer than expected. “Niall,” I whispered. “Do you see who’s jacket I’m wearing?” I smirked. He looked down at my jacket and shrugged.

“Do you know who’s bed you’re in every night?” he winked. 

Fuck. “Do you know who’s gotten into my pants?” I asked, biting my lip at him. 

“No one.”

“You don’t know that, babe,” I say, trying to keep my charade up. 

“Yes I do.”

“How?”

“Harry tells me everything.”

“Fuck you.”

“When and where?”

“Niall.”

“Are you going to give me her number or not?” he asked. 

I was debating with myself. Niall probably is the least testosterone driven out of all of the boys so that’s a good thing. But he still is a male. Then again he also hasn’t made a real effort to get into my pants even though I sleep in his bed.