The Double Life (One Direction, Niall Horan)

The Double Life *10*

Morning came as Chey was the first one up. She was in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from last night's events. Turning the water on, she waited for it to get warm, as she placed the empty Pepsi Cans into a bag before placing the bag under one of the cabinets. Turning back to the water, which was now warm, she placed the empty buttery popcorn bowls in the sink as she washed them. Placing the last of the now clean bowls on the counter to dry, she headed over to the coffee maker and made herself a fresh cup. Grabbing her now filled cup of coffee, she made her way into the living room and flipped on the television. Boring. She thought before leaving the channel on Good Morning America. Not even ten minutes into the show, she heard some noise coming from upstairs. Glancing at the stairs, she found it was only Bandit coming down and joining her on the couch. Resting his head on his owners lap, he closed his eyes as he sprawled out and enjoyed it when she ran her fingers through his fur.

“You know, you and boys did a nice job of cleaning up the popcorn last night.” He slightly grinned at her compliment. What could he say, popcorn was their favorite snack. Shaking her head at her Shepherd, she continued to run her hands through his thick fur as a commercial came on, thoughts running in her head. What would of happened yesterday if she didn't get home when she did? Would she have five badly injured boys? Most likely. Did she want that to happen? No, well maybe slightly, but not too hurt, maybe a step on the foot or something. Something that was minor, and would heal in a few days. She didn't need their fan base jumping down her throats about something so stupid. And why would the girls just stand their watching the boys try to catch the horses instead of helping? She couldn't understand why they did that.

That was something she needed to talk to them about. She didn't need them putting the boys in risk of danger over something so stupid like yesterday. With that in mind, she turned back to the TV, only to see another program was on. Shrugging, she kept it on as she allowed the warm coffee to warm her up slightly, from the rooms slight chill. Tucking her legs underneath her, Bandit moved his head towards the stairs from the slight noise he heard. With Bandit watching the stairs for whoever, Chey closed her eyes. She didn't even know why she was up early. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming down, Chey opened her eyes and glanced only to find it was Paul. Great. Just great. Growling softly at her thought, she turned her eyes back towards the TV.

“Morning..” He told her as he went into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee. When he received no reply, he glanced at her form on the couch. What was wrong with her? Maybe she wasn't a morning person? Taking his freshly hot cup of coffee, he joined her on the couch, much to her annoyance. Now I remember why I got up so early..Her eye slowly started to twitch. She had gotten up early to get the bus moving on its repair. Even though she told the girls they would be going back to their old lives, they couldn't risk getting found out. Well Allie and Lily not so much, but her and Cher would get an earful.

“I take it your not a morning person..?” He asked after taking a sip of coffee.

“Not really..” Chey mumbled softly, Paul barely caught her words and furrowed his brows. For the next few minutes it was quiet, the television noise in the background, almost forgotten as more shuffling was heard through the house. Unfolding her legs from underneath herself. Chey made her way into the kitchen, placing her cup into the sink before making her way up to her room, passing Allie, Lily, Louis and Liam on the way. The girls rose a brow at her aggravated aurora. Who pissed her off already this early in the morning? Shrugging, they followed the boys downstairs, were they saw Paul sitting on the couch by himself. That would explain it.. They thought, making their way into the kitchen.