Niall, His Floor is Tile

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  The band had broken up and now I don't know what to do. So, I decided to have a quarter life crisis and buy a new mansion.

  It was extremely luxurious with marble countertops, heated flooring throughout the house, chandeliers in every room, and the best thing about it? The tile flooring.

As I looked at the beautiful tile floor, I decided it was time to move in my boxes. I arranged everything and started on putting items away in the final room. The kitchen.

Everything about the kitchen was gorgeous, the new appliances, marble counters, walnut cabinets, and gorgeous white marble tile flooring.

The tile is more beautiful than Zayn running down the beach dramatically. I really miss Zayn. Everything from his swoopy hair to his luscious eyebrows. But then he broke up with Perrie and moved on to that bitch Gigi.

  I put away my china plates, china bowls, and snazzy silverware. I plugged up the tea kettle, toaster, and called it a day.

  My bed had yet to be set up so I ran up stairs to get a pillow and a blanket. I was sleeping on the tile. My one true love. I laid my pillow down, arranged the blanket, and laid myself on the tile floor.

  I could feel the coldness of the tile seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes. Giving me goosebumps and chilling me to the bone in the best way possible.

   I drifted off to sleep thinking of Harry's wonderfully curly, long, silky hair. I was extremely pissed that he cut it and no longer had his gorgeous brown locks.

  That night I dreamt of the band getting back together and marrying the best thing on this planet. You guessed... Ashton Irwin.