Living With Five Guys

Chapter Six •

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Chapter Six •

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When it comes to Niall and I's room, there might as well only be one bed.

It's been a good two weeks in this house, and he hasn't gone a night sleeping in his bed. I seem to think that night he kept me up it was totally useless. I guess it was worth it, because if that didn't happen, we wouldn't have kissed. And let me say those moments are amazing. Like honestly I have hooked up with others since he was gone but nothing can amount to Niall. I'm not saying, I have a lot of experience, it's just that the others were honestly horrible, and when I say horrible, I mean horrible.

Niall is always going to be important to me. I mean after all, he was my first love. It's too soon to tell if he'll be my last though.

"Good morning" I hear him mumble in his horse morning voice

I smile down at him "Well, Good Morning to you sleepyhead" I say lightly as I run my hands through his hair.

"Sleepyhead?" he pauses looking around the room "What time is it?" He mutters

"It's already 1:47" I say still playing with his hair

"Oh my gosh," he pauses and looks up at me "I swear to you, I never sleep this good" he smiles "I think it might have to do with a special someone" he pokes me in the stomach, still smiling.

"Now, who could that be?" as I look around. He shakes his and I cannot help but giggle.

Now that I think of it, it is pretty strange that I'm awake. I woke up at about eight this morning on my own, I sat here thinking... But I could've sworn I wasn't thinking that long.

Now that I remember, I added to my diary this morning, time usually flies by when I do that. And no I'm not some tumblr wanna-be. And unlike most people I don't just have diary to look good, I actually write in it.

It was a present from my father before he died. He may not have been the best man but he did care. He asked me to write in it at least once a week and every since I have kept true to it. I have found that it takes a huge amount of stress off my shoulders.

I get up and walk to the bathroom to see Niall brushing his teeth. I stand next to him looking into the mirror of the double vanity and surprised I don't look like a wreak. Damn, Niall must've been right about getting better sleep. Usually when I wake up I have makeup down my face, my hair is sticking all different directions and droll on my chin. It almost feels good that I can be confident waking up.

I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth. I excuse Niall out of the bathroom and jump in the shower. When I'm done I grab the blow dryer and after I do my makeup.

I throw on some leggings and a t-shirt. I grab my  headphones and phone and go down two floors to the basement. I enter the gym and greet Louis as he is punching a punching bag. I put in my headphones and jump on the treadmill and go for 2 miles. When I'm done I take a big drink of water and decide that's all for today.

I run upstairs, my legs burning from the run and put on my bikini. I decided to tan for a bit. It's 3 o'clock now and I have dinner with the boys at 6.

I finish tanning and it is now 5, so I rush into the shower to rinse off. I dry and curl my hair and throw on a cute white shirt with black leggings, and some jewelry.

The boys are all downstairs talking around the huge island in the middle of the kitchen.

"You ready?" Liam turns around smiling while grabbing his keys.

Our first dinner together as roommates