chapter 34

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Songs for this Chapter:

Pompeii- Bastille

Timber- Ke$ha/Pitbull

Niall's P.O.V

Alex plops back down in the bed dramatically and rolls over, like continuously rolls over. It reminds me of someone lying flat on the ground and rolling down a tall hill. She rolls over to me, trying to go over my body. Her ass is going to plummet to the carpet if she rolls over my body.

"It's only three o'clock," Alex pokes my cheeks, but I swat her hand away.

"Don't go to sleep," I feel her hands mess up my hair and I groan, flipping away from Alex. I grab the sheets and pull them higher up over my shoulder. The bed gets light and the covers are yanked off me.

"Let's go do something, it's nice out!" She climbs up to the bed, sitting on my hip. I sit up and her body flies off of me.

"We'll do something tomorrow, okay?"

"Please?" She makes that innocent face and I throw a pillow at her.

Alex glares at me and comes over to me, begging to go somewhere.

"Fine! Just stop squeezing me cheeks." I smile at her. I get out of the bed, to go put on a black shirt, black jeans, and black and white shoes.

"I need clothes from my dorm," She says, putting on her shoes, still in my clothes.

"Just put your clothes back on." I say picking out a snapback.

"You ruined them!" She laughs and we leave the frathouse once I pick out a hat.

Once we get out of the elevator, she runs to her room, so no one will see her dressed like that.

Alex puts on a pair of leggings, a white shirt, a black cardigan, and a black skirt. It took her long enough to get dressed and finally she's ready.

"You look great," I walk up to her, bringing my face to hers and she leans back. She brings chapstick to her lips, then she brings my face down by my jaws, and puts the chapstick on my lips.

"This tastes like berries." I say licking the chapstick off.

"You aren't supposed to eat it, Niall." She hands me her chapstick and I apply it again at least twelve more times because I keep licking it off.

Alex comes over to me, taking the chapstick away from me, and sticking it in her purse.

"You're going to use it all!" She laughs.

Alex asks me if she can drive and I nervously said yes.

"Just be careful." I hand her the keys and she nods. We get on the road and talk about where we'd like to go. I offer golfing, but she says no.

"We could go to the zoo?" She smiles.

"Why would I want to smell animal shit?" I look at her and she laughs.

"It's a zoo, what'd you expect?" I shrug answering her.

"Look!" Alex diverts her eyes to look out of my side window, while pointing.

"Look at the road," I snap at her and she gets on the highway, driving the speed limit thankfully, and exits quickly once we get to the place. She parks the car in the parking lot and we get out of the car.

A fucking carnival.

"It'll be fun, come on," Alex intertwines our fingers together and comes closer to me. Honestly, I don't like the carnival. All of these damn loopy loop rollercoasters and spinning rides, I don't like it.

"What is it?" Alex's smile turns into a grin. She knows why I don't like them, but I won't admit it because she'll just tease the shit out of me about it.

"Stop," I know she's teasing me about not liking carnivals without even saying anything. It's the look on her face.

"I'll ride them with you." She smiles.

"I guess," I sigh and wonder what I've gotten myself into.

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Alex's P.O.V

We walk into the amusement park and Niall pays for the entry tickets, then he locks our hands together and starts walking to the Merry Go Round.

"Are you serious?" I bust out laughing because he's dead serious about riding this ride. We end up going on it anyway and Niall hops off before it's over once he spots the hot dog stand. I left my purse in his trunk and just brought my tiny wristlet, so I won't to worry about it whenever we ride rides. Niall gave me his phone to put in my wristlet because he didn't want it in his pocket.

I take it out and snap goofy pictures of myself on the ride, then once it's over, I get off and store Niall's phone back away.

"Sorry. I got hungry." He tells me waving his food around.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." I laugh and he offers me a piece of his half eaten dog.

"No, I'm going to go buy a snowcone. I'll be back." I point to the frozen ice stand, but Niall grabs my wrist making me turn around back to him. If he's trying to kiss me it's not about to happen while he's eating that hot dog. He swallows the rest of his hot dog, that he vacuumed down his throat, and reaches into his back pocket to get his wallet.

"I have money on me." I wave my waterproof wristlet around to show him that it contains money that I'll use. He gives me a twenty, but I push it away. First off, snowcones cost three dollars, second, I have my own money and I don't like people giving me any.

"It doesn't even cost that much. I have money."

Niall puts it back in his wallet and pulls out a ten. He gestures it to me to grab and I shake my head no, but he pulls my shirt to him, dropping it in my top.

"I'm going over there to buy ice cream," He points to a few stands over and I nod.

I pay for the snowcone with Niall's money and head over to where he was standing. I pinch his bum making him almost drop his ice cream, he shoots me a playful glare and I hand him back the left over money, but then he tells me to stop worrying about it.

"Let's go on that one," I point to the ride that slowly goes up in a log boat and drops down a fake waterfall.

"No, I just ate." He licks his ice cream cone. We walk around together for an hour, waiting for our food to digest, and on our way back to the ride Niall keeps asking me for his sunglasses back.

"The next twelve people come up." The man at the front says.

"Where's your hat?" I look around him and see it on his belt loop. It amazes me how hot he looks effortlessly.

We sit down in the giant log and I pull him to the front row.

"Fuck no, let's go to the back." He says trying to get up, but the seat locks down.

"Shit" Niall mumbles. I look over at him and wrap my arm in his as the ride creeks going higher up at a diagonal.

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