Liz's POV
Once I finished putting on Niall's clothing, I made my way to the the living room. I had my own clothes on my hand so I could later wash them.
As i entered the room, I saw Niall on the couch, phone in his hands.
"It was time," Niall said exagerating.
I didn't take that long. Besides, I'm a girl. Girls usually take a long time in the bathroom. Longer than I did, for sure.
"Shall we go do your loundry?" He asked.
"consider it shall-ed"
We headed to the loundry room, Niall leading me. I was still alittle disoriented walking around his flat.
This a very funny tour. You know, with Niall tripping over stuff he had left on the floor.
Nothing new.
Finally, Niall opened a door which lead us to a small room. It had a few shelfs. One row of the shelf was full of detergent. The room also inluded an empty basket and a basket full of Niall's clothes. There was also a table. Furthermore, a place for ironing.
"Here we are. I hope you don't mind if I do my loundry as well." He said. Almost asking for permission to wash his own clothes. In his own house.
"Yeah, sure! No problem." I said.
I don't even know why he even asked. Of course it's okay. It's not like I'm goin to reprimand him for doing his laundry. In fact, I wish more guys did it. Females are not the only ones that are allowed to do that.
So we commenced doing our loundry. I had started washing my clothes for a long time now. Niall on the other hand, was obviously a beginner. He obviously never really did his own loundry.
I basicaly had to explain the basics to him. I tried to explain why whites and colored can't be mixed. Like the fact that he can't just put his white boxers with red socks. Unless he didn't mind wearing pink underwear.
Which i highly doubted.
Al he did was call me racist.
"I didn't mean people and you know that. I meant the clothes."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you say so." He said sarcastically.
We continued putting our clothes in the washing machine. When that was done and the timer was set, we decided to watch T.V. until the washing machine finally completed its task.
I grabbed the t.v. remote because i knew Niall would eventually ask me what i wanted to watch. I scrolled through the majority of the channels and everthing seemed to fail at catching my attention. Therefore, i decided to tell Niall to find something. He rapidly changed the channel to something that captivated my attention right away.
Its was a great movie. However, i didn't get to see the name. I was too distracted to even ask.
Time went by quickly. I took a glance at the curret time. 11:45! DAMN!!
I noticed that i was alone in the living room. Where's Niall?
I was too distracted by to movie to even notice he had left. And i even forgot about the washing machine and the clothes.
I tried to go back to the loundry room. This time i didn't get lost. And since Niall wasn't with me at the moment, no one tripped.
When i entered the room, i saw poor Niall folding our clothes. He had two neat piles of clothes on the table. One was mine. The other one was his, which continued to build as he proceeded folding and added more clothing to it.
