"My Daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana."
"You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas Bama!!!!!!...."
You grab your bottle of conditioner and squirt some into the palm of your hand just as Niall comes into the bathroom. You're just opening your mouth to say something when he puts a hand up. "I know your showers are "You time", babe. But you've been it here twenty minutes and I've gotta shit" he says, opening the toilet lid and reaching to undo his jeans. "Wait!" You say, rinsing the conditioner from your hand and getting out quickly. You grab a towel from the shelf and wrap it around you. "Don't you dare sit on that toilet until I'm gone. I've walked in here after you before and I WILL not be subject to that torture, ever again" You say, opening the door and giving him one last glare before leaving.
