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Chapter 21 - Basketballs on Tables

Chapter 21; Basketballs on Tables
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

"Hey, you," Niall smiles. I send him a sleepy smile back, taking a seat at the table. I want to kiss him, want to kiss the fuck out of him really. See if I can taste the morning in his voice. "I told the boys to fuck off because I'm making you a romantic breakfast," Niall says. He gestures towards the fucking tornado on the counter and apparently he's made something edible. "It was going to be crepes but crepes are hard O I've resolved to wooing you with pancakes."

"You don't have to woo me, Niall," I laugh. Like, really, home skillet. We're already dating so what more do you need. But I say that in my head because my morning thoughts are stupid.

"Look, we're doing this right, babe. Not saying I don't wanna take that sweatshirt of and eat you out on the table in the middle of this gorgeous breakfast I'm making you buuuuuut," Niall says, sending me a cute little wink. "You did just get out of a rather serious relationship with your boss."

"How are you so chilled about the fact that I dated someone you know and we're still friends?" I ask, watching him carefully put a plate of pancakes on my plate. It has some wonky circle ears and some raspberries lined to make what looks like a bow tie. If this isn't the funkiest looking Mickey Mouse I've ever seen, I don't know what is.

Niall shrugs, stealing a banana slice off of my plate. His blue eyes flash up to stare at me and he just holds my gaze, eyes sparkling with something I don't know. Suddenly, I'm feeling like a twelve year-old girl who's crushing over an older boy. This is some serious white-girl shit I'm saying.

"What time is it?" I ask, realizing he isn't going to answer me. He stares at me for another second before pulling his cell phone out of his sweatpants pocket. He turns the screen around to face me. I catch the numbers, 8:08. "That's a nice number," I mumble, shoveling some more pancakes into my mouth.

"You're a nice number."

"You're pretty awful at compliments,"

"You're pretty awful."

I'm grinning now, biting my lip to keep my food from falling out of my mouth. "I guess I'll take that one." I'm staring at Niall now, pushing mousy brown strands of hair out of my face, trying to finish my pancakes. 

"It's 'coz I trust you," He mumbles after a while. He fixes his hair, running fingers through it. I see the familiar brown roots he had tried growing out before dying it again. I furrow my eyebrows, swallowing the rest of the pancake down. "With Zayn, y'know."

I put my fork down, walking around the table to wrap my hands around him. "This is probably the girliest shit I'll ever say," I say, pausing to catch his reaction. He shakes his head, the corners of his mouth forming a little smile. "But it really means a lot to me that you trust me."

"Yeah, and with you heading off to Chicago, I feel like I have to," He says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap. "With this hormonal boy who looks just like you."

"He's my brother."

"Whatever."