Once I was sure Niall was asleep I quickly put on my pagamas and headed downstairs to find the guys sitting in the lounge.
'How did you guys know where to find me?'
Liam answered, 'When we dropped Niall off we decided to sleep over but you weren't here. Niall thought you'd been kidnapped again and went out of his mind, I called your brother and friends to see if they knew where you were. Vic told us where to find you and Niall practically ran outta the car to find you.'
'And saw me dancing with some other guy.' They nodded altogether like in a cartoon and I tried not to laugh.
'So... why did you decide to go get drunk with Vicky?' Only Harry would be that blunt.
'I just needed a night where no one was babying me and acting like I needed to be protected. Jenna got to go with Louis! Niall was shot a month and a half ago but nobody tells him to take it easy.'
'Your right except for one thing.' I tried really hard not to glare at Zayn.
'What was I wrong about?'
'That guy was buying you drink after drink right?' I nodded. 'The guys back home used to do that, get a girl drunk and it's easier to get her in bed.'
'He... No way!'
'Grumpy's right.' Louis grinned and flicked a sofa pillow at Zayn who tried, and failed, to hit him back.
'When you two are done being kids we should go, I'm tired as hell.' Harry moaned and they followed him out.
I'd never admit it but I'm kinda glad they showed up when they did or else I think I mighta been in some big trouble...
***
I managed to wake up before Niall as usual, the boy sleeps like he's in a coma. I decided to make him breakfast since he was probably gonna be kinda mad after last night.
Sadly for me my hangover decided to try and kill me so... Plan B.
Order Nando's and thank Mufasa they deliver.
I placed the tray full of Nando's food on the bed and tried to wake Niall, easier said than done. I tried tickling him, hugging him, kissing his forehead and even yelling in his ear. Maybe he really is in a coma? Naaah.
I leaned down and whispered in his ear, 'I've got Nando's.' I giggled as he sat bolt upright,
'WHERE NANDO'S?'I pointed at the tray and he grinned like a kid, eating his breakfast... Well technically lunch, its almost 2:00pm.
When he finished eating the piles of food he looked at me, his face mirrored that of a lost puppy. He looked so sad and just... lost.
'Whats the matter Niall?'
'Is this? Are-are you saying goodbye?' A tear slipped down his check and I wrapped my arms around his neck, he just sort of fell into the hug like he had absolutely no energy. Even though he just slept for almost twelve hours.
'Your not getting rid of me that easily. I'm yours Niall Horan, forever.'
He looked at me with tear filled eyes, 'Forever? Like in Andy and Woody in Toy Story?'
I couldn't help but smile and nod at his childishness.
'Good, so I can do this!' He jumped off the bed and ran over to where my shoes were, then he grabbed something off his desk. He sat next to me excitedly and showed me what he'd brought with him. My favorite black all star converse and a black permanent marker.
'What're you up to Nialler?' He grinned cryptically, picked up my right converse and wrote something on the bottom, then he did the same with my left converse. Niall grinned and slipped them on my feet.
'What are you doing?' I asked when he picked me up and sat me on the floor in frount of his floor length mirror.
Then I saw it.
In big childish writing he'd written NIALL and HORAN on the bottoms of my shoes, just like Andy did with the toys he loved.
'Awww, Niall! I love you too.' I smiled and kissed my perfect boyfriend.
'Don't forget where you belong Evelyn.' Who knew Niall was such a romantic!?
The End.
A/N: That is just so sweet!!! He wrote his name on her shoes just like Andy! I'm crying, it's so amazing. This is why I love Niall so much.
Anywhore this book is officialy done, just the Lil authors note in the next chapter to read. Please make sure you do read it, its short but important.
XOXO
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