Say You Care Like I Do // Niall Horan

The tiles of a bathroom.

"So since about the age of 8, I've told everyone that I was an American, and they believed it!!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing, having to clutch my stomach as I tried to get air into my lungs.

"No way, Alphie!" I almost yelled into the phone.

"Yep. The perks of being the new kid." He stated matter of factly.

"This must mean that you have a pretty amazing American accent, right?" I challenged him, seeing if he would actually take up to par with this.

"Of course. I'll say anything."

"Okay, go!"

"Hello, my name is Alphie. I live here in America, YOLO!! Lets go to da beach, team McDonalds!"

I couldn't take it, that was the funniest thing. Although the whole American stereotype was just a little off it was probably the best accent I've heard.

"Seriously, you should try out for like a tv show or something." I suggested, finally calming down from the fits of laughter.

"Actually, when I start school that's what I'm majoring in, I want to become an actor."

"That's so cool, we could always reenact some movies." I smirked, the sudden act of flirting taking oved in my brain.

"Okay, like what?"

"Draw me like one of your french girls." I giggled. I started to mess with the collar as I just listened to Alphie laugh.

For about the past week since our little date, me and Alphie haven't stopped talking since. Its actually crazy really. A few times I've hung out with Louis and Alex, they're dating now, but who couldn't predict that?

"Soph." I heard someone somewhat whisper, I thought it was Alphie, but I saw the line had went dead, maybe he thought I was sleep because I zoned out for so long. I looked over to see it was Niall in fact, standing next to me bed. "Niall, when did you get here?" I asked, just a little confused.

"Its cold in my room, Soph." He whispered. Oh man, I could literally smell the alcohol from my bed. "Niall, I don't think this is a good idea." But before I got another say in he got in my bed, but just not in there, it had to be on top of me.

I tried my best to ignore him, sending a text to Alphie telling him I'll call him later because I was really tired.

Niall just watched me type away on my phone, his arms placed on eithe side of me, his weight balanced on his elbows, his lower half straddling me. I sighed, putting my phone down as I raised an eyebrow, "What's up, Niall?"

He just shrugged, still looking at me, the sheir need to just cover my face with something was growing by the minute. I let another groan, really wanting to get up now.

But his hand raised from my right side, his fingertips touching the bottom of my chin, so relaxingly I think I could of fallen a sleep. Next thing I know he just kisses me, not even getting a civil reaction out of it before his lips came into contact with mine. Despite the horrid smell of alcohol and the fact that I could feel almost every existing nostril hair burn, the kiss was the softening beyond compare.

But that wasn't the point, here he is again, running back to me after not talking to me for a week. "Is she gone?" I laughed coldly, moving from under his lips.

"Is who gone?" He asked, the confused look almost making me feel guilt. Goddamit, why does he always have to make me feel like the guilty one in these situations. "Sarah, is she gone? Is this why you're in here with me?"

"Well she did leave but that's not the point, my room freezing." He said.

"Then why not sleep in the living room, or the closet for heaven's sake, out all places you came in my room, hell, you could of went to by you a heater." I felt my voice raise.