Louis loved it. The steady rise and fall of Niall's chest as he slept against Louis'. He loved how Niall's mouth was only open just a bit, so you could hear his small puffs of air. And Louis loved the feeling of Niall's hot breath on his neck. It sent shivers down his spine. But he especially loved how calm and collected Niall was when he was asleep. Not like he had been for the past day.
Louis had tried to make Niall feel better by putting on his favorite movie and ordering pizza. But instead, it just seemed to remind the blonde of Ryan and his fake loving tendencies. Louis didn't know what Niall saw in Ryan. Ryan wasn't at all who he said he was and there was no way the relationship would have lasted. Could Niall not see? How could he be so blind?Louis protectively wrapped his arms tighter around Niall's back. He couldn't bare to think about Niall's love for someone else. Okay, so maybe, Louis was a bit jealous of Ryan but only a little. And definitely not anymore. Now that he'd hurt Niall's poor little heart. He jumped slightly when his phone rang on the dark wooded coffee table beside him. He outstretched an arm for his ringing phone, quickly silencing it. He'd answer it later. At the moment, he was too busy enjoying Niall's warmth.
His phone buzzed for a few more seconds but stopped abruptly, once again bringing Louis and Niall into a calming silence.
"Who was calling?" Louis was startled by Niall's voice below him.
"Ummm, I don't really know. I stopped it, but I didn't look," Louis confessed, blushing slightly. "I didn't really want you to wake up."
"I'm sweating," Niall complained, pushing himself off of Louis. He wandered into the bathroom wear he peeled his wet, white tee shirt away from his body and pushed his sweaty fringe from his eyes.
He needed his hair cut, honestly. But he couldn't ask that of Louis because, obviously the money he had wasn't enough for a trim.
"How are you feeling?" Louis appeared in the doorway, watching Niall.
"Better, thanks. I need a shower though," Niall said quietly. Louis nodded and turned to make his way back to his living room. He glanced at his phone.
2 Missed calls: Payno
He pushed the green call back button and pressed the phone to his ear.
"Hey!" A voice chirped on the other end. Liam sounded a bit chipper today! Louis made his was out into the kitchen where he decided to make him and Niall a cup of tea. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to a club with Harry and me? I tried calling Niall, but he didn't answer."
"I think I'm gonna skip it tonight, sorry Payno. And Niall probably won't go either. He's staying with me for a while," Louis sighed slightly.
"Ooooh, what are you two cheeky monkeys up to?" Liam asked teasingly. Louis could almost see him wiggling his eyebrows.
"Ummm, Niall's gotten in a fight with Ryan. So he's a bit... upset right now," Louis explained. He'd decided to let Niall tell Liam and Harry when he wanted.
"Oh. Well, have fun together!" Liam hung up quickly. Louis set his phone down and continued with the tea he was preparing.
Louis set his and Niall's tea at his dining room table and scrolled through Twitter as he sipped at the tea. It felt warm in the pit of his stomach. Almost like the feeling that he felt whilst around Niall. The feeling in his stomach that made him feel warm and happy inside. And the feeling that made his heart race and his hands shake. And finally, the feeling the almost put a smile on his face.
Niall wandered into the kitchen with fresh, warm clothes on. A grey sweatshirt with matching sweatpants. His hair was wet and matted down to his forehead. And his cheeks with bright pink from the hot water.
"Feeling better now?" Louis edged the mug of tea towards Niall as the blonde sat down across from him.
"Yeah, I think I smell better, too!" Niall smiled as he took a drink. "Mmmm, thanks," he hummed quietly. The warm tea felt great on his sore throat. Sobbing does not make a throat feel great at all. It also makes your eyes burn.
There was a silence for a few minutes, as Louis scrolled through Twitter, and Niall stared into space. Niall wasn't really thinking about anything. More just studying Louis' nice kitchen. Niall liked to cook even though his past lover didn't ever really make him. So, cooking in this kitchen would be a dream. Especially since Louis couldn't cook at all. Niall chuckled to himself as he thought about the time Louis completely failed at making pancakes.
He studied the clean work surface of the marble top counters and the grey steel fridge and matching oven. Louis fixed his gaze in the direction that Niall was looking.
"I guess I don't use my kitchen that often. I'd rather not get food poisoning due to my horrible cooking skills," Louis chuckled softly.
"I really like it. Maybe I could make us something sometimes?" Niall looked up hopefully at Louis, suddenly excited for his new idea.
"Of course!" Louis exclaimed. He smiled at Niall's adorableness. Niall's mind raced with different things he could make that maybe Louis would enjoy.
"Oh, ummm... Liam called. I told him that you and Ryan got in a fight. You can tell them that you broke up whenever you want." Louis thought it best to let Niall know.
"Ok, thanks," Niall mumbled against the rim of his mug. He tapped his finger on the table and sighed slightly. He didn't want to guys to worry about him or to baby him in any way. But they were his best mates. So maybe he could arrange a little meeting to let them know.
Niall sat on the bed with his back against the wall. He watched the headlights of the cars pass his window, the curtains blowing slightly with the small breeze in the night. They were bland, beige curtains. Same as everything in his new room. He wanted light blue walls. With shiny silver and black interior furniture. But it didn't matter what Niall wanted.
It was more what Niall needed- a haircut, clothes to go in his practically empty white dresser, something to help his heart heal. He shivered as the breeze picked up and he was forced to shuffle under his covers. Maybe Louis would ask him first. And maybe Louis would save Niall from an awkward conversation in which he told his best mate that he liked him. Maybe. Juuuust maybe.
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