That Magical Summer -Niall Horan Fan fiction (N O T M I N E)

Chapter 8 ♥

 Eggs. You definitely smelt eggs. You wriggled your nose and opened your eyes open to a blinding sensation. The sun pouring in from the back door was insane. You rubbed your eyes as you adjusted to the sudden sunlight. You spun around mid-yawn to see Niall, “Good morning!” Well someone’s in a good mood this morning. Niall was standing in your kitchen with a red apron on, frying a couple of eggs. You squinted your eyes to see if you were dreaming or not.

“Niall?” you questioned, “What are you doing here?”

“Cooking,” he replied as he flipped the egg.

“Di-did you spend the night?” you asked falling back to the couch after seeing the time.

“Yupp. Sorry bout that. You crashed early last night and I didn’t know what to do, so I just stayed,” he replied walking over to you after turning off the stove. You looked down to see yourself covered in the blue fleece blanket. “Oh yeah you looked cold.” He was acting like your babysitter, and you didn’t like it.

“Why so early?!” you asked groaning.

“I’m an early bird,” he chirped.

“Obviously,” you murmured.

“Well I made us some breakfast,” he said after awhile. He brought over a plate with one croissant with an egg sandwiched in the middle of it.

“I didn’t buy eggs,” you pointed out.

“I know. I got them from my place,” he said taking a bite of his croissant sandwich. He licked his lips. You watched him do so, before taking a bite of your own. It was fantastic. You moaned in satisfaction over one of the best breakfasts you’ve had in awhile.

“It’s pretty good,” you toned it down, you didn’t want to make this a regular thing. You were a big girl and you could make your own breakfast, but this time you would make an exception. After you finished up your breakfast, you helped him do the dishes and put them away.

“Niall,” you said once you had dried and put away the last dish, “I don’t want to be mean or anything but go home.” He looked a bit offended, but then you heard him chuckle.

“Yeah I know sorry. I kind of invaded your house,” he said before grabbing his stuff and leaving. Finally. Finally you were alone. You first was in dire need of a shower, you still had paint smudges all over the place from yesterday’s incident with Niall. Niall. He was so…how do you say it? Quirky?

            Minutes later you changed into a fresh, clean outfit and was lounging around on your couch. You flipped on the tv skipping through the first few stations before finding something actually decent to watch. “It’s the world’s biggest boyband and we have them right backstage! Ladies and gentlemen give it up for the amazing One Direction singing their newest single Little Things!” a lady dressed in a slimming white dress announced happily. This was obviously prerecorded, you thought to yourself. Five boys pranced out onto the stage of the morning show, with brilliant smiles. Four in which you’ve never seen before, one in which you have. You watched as Niall and the boys sat atop five stools. Each sitting a different way, they began the slow melody. The boy farthest on the left started the song. It was raspy yet so mellow. Then the boy to his left began to sing, his voice a bit higher. One that made you smile, one that made you want to keep listening. Next was the chorus, all five of the boys came in, in perfect pitch. The boy next to Niall began to sing. His voice original, unique. The voice that gave you chills and made you melt through your socks. Next was the boy with the curly hair. His voice was the lowest and the most seductive by far. After the chorus was sung again, Niall started to sing. He began to sing, flicking his eyes from his mic to the camera. He voice surprised you. It was calming, untroubled. He looked like he was having fun, doing what he loved. And that made you smile. He had the type of voice that you would want to sing you to sleep. It was nice, really nice.