Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Eight

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN
Chapter Eight

I woke up the sound of a door opening and Liam's voice. 

"What the bloody hell is going on here?"

It takes me a moment to register where I am and why I'm here. And then Niall's Armani scent clears everything up. That definitely wasn't a dream. And neither was the scary tapping. Whoops. I think I accidently said the last part aloud...

"What scary tapping...?" Liam asked suspiciously.

I open my mouth, and then close it again. How am I supposed to explain this? Was last night worth all this explaining? I don't even have to ask. It definitely was, especially with no tapping. Niall sees the look on my face and as we get up from the couch, he explains the story.

"There's no trees or anything on that side of the building," Liam said slowly, still registering all of it. 

"I know," Niall said simply. "She had a reason to be frightened. I don't doubt it was a person, but it could be an animal."

"Animals don't tap melodic tunes," I shivered at the memory. "And I checked, all you boys were asleep."

"C'mon," Niall offered me his hand. "Let's go outside."

Reluctantly, I let the two take me outside to check. The other 3 boys were still asleep and luckily, I think the Niall couch thing had erased from Liam's memory after the tapping story. There was nothing on that side of the house. I think that just made it creepier, whatever was there was now gone.  All that was there was the brick wall and the cement path.

"Are you sure...?" Liam began.

"Yes," I replied firmly. "I'm positive. I wasn't asleep yet and after hearing it, I was pretty damn wide awake."

Liam rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. "We'll see if it happens again tonight. Let's go grab some breakfast."

*

"Teagan and I can handle breakfast," Niall told Liam. "You go wake up the others?"

Liam hesitated for a split second, then nodded. "Alright."

"I think you're overestimating my cooking skills," I smiled as we head to the kitchen and Niall opened the fridge. 

"Then you must be underestimating mine," Niall grinned, pulling out a carton of eggs, a block of butter and a milk carton. Then, he opened up a cupboard and took out flour and sugar.

"What are you making?" I asked, confused. 

"Pancakes," he replied, taking out a huge bowl from a cupboard. "With your help."

"I burn everything," I warned. "And I suck at cooking."