The Pretty Little One

Chapter 14: Without Words

A/N: Someone's getting proposed to at the end of this chapter :3

I paced nervously around the kitchenette at eleven at night. Niall was sleeping, lucky him. I felt like I didn’t have to sleep until I was twenty five. And let me add that I’m nineteen.

The only noise that was coming from my apartment was Ni’s soft snores, the freezer making ice, the wall clock ticking away furiously and the pads of my feet repeatedly hitting the kitchen floor.

I was waiting anxiously for a phone call from Carla’s mom, Sara, the doctors, or anyone really who had information on Carla and how she was doing at this very second. Knowing Liam he was probably doing the same thing as me, but worrying much, much more; because come on; he’s Liam, he does that.

I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight; fifteen more minutes. I sat on the counter and started messing with a strand of my hair, and just listened to the few noises that were being made at the moment. The harder I listened, the more I realized, I no longer heard Niall’s snores.

I looked up from my hair that I had been fishtail braiding, only to see Niall in the doorway looking at me.

“Ni, what are you doing? Go back to sleep.” I said, shooing him away, but he didn’t listen, he just came over to me and lifted me off of the counter and sat both of us down on the leather couch.

“I woke up and realized that my princess wasn’t next to me, and I knew she was over thinking about things again.” He said as he brushed a piece of my hair out of my face to show my porcelain complexion.

“Niall, really, I’m fine. I just need some Janna time.” I said, kissing him on the cheek and attempting to stand, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand and pulling me back down next to him.

“Come back to bed, you need the rest. Long day tomorrow; your favorite Niall planned a surprise for his favorite Janna.” Niall said, as he kissed me on my forehead and lead me back into the room we shared.

What the hell does this boy have planned?

**

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. Or was that French toast? Whatever it was, it smelled delicious.

I turned to my right and noticed Niall wasn’t there.

Niall is either 1) the one making breakfast or 2) someone else like one of the boys making breakfast. Let’s just pray that it’s 2 because if Niall’s making breakfast he’ll burn the house down.

I hopped out of bed and threw on my slippers that looked like ankle boots and ran out of the room.

Once I got into the kitchen I saw Harry cooking and Louis drinking a Capri Sun and sitting cross-legged on top of the counter.

I walked over to Lou and attempted to push him off, “Lou, we eat here. Get off.” I said, and he obeyed and changed his spot to in front of the TV.

“Hey, Harry.” I said as I sat down on the stool and watched Harry cook. “Hey, Janna.” He said, as he turned around to look at me.

“So, where’s Niall?” I asked him.

Harry looked over at Louis, back at me and then began to talk again.

“He’s getting ready for the big surprise. Didn’t he tell you about it?” Harry asked me, then turned back around to flip the omelet and put in on a plate, then handed it to me.

“Thanks, Harry. And yeah, he did tell me about it last night, but he didn’t tell me much.” I took a bite of the omelet then began talking once again.