Be My Mascot

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Bailey's POV

The next morning I wake up earlier than usual. In my sleep, I tend to wrap myself practically on top of Niall's bare chest. Along with that, he always seems to firmly grasp on to me every night. I usually wake up hours before him and getting out of his tight hold is just about impossible. With every sudden movement, his hands tighten around me.

But somehow I seem to find ways of slipping away. His light snores confirm that my departure was successful.

Today is no exception and I'm able to slither my way out of bed, leaving him peacefully sound asleep.

As I stepped out of the bedroom and downstairs to the empty and quiet kitchen, I knew today was the day. Today was the day that I would tell Niall. No excuse made by him would stop me from spilling.

No one is in the cramped kitchen when I walk in. I try to remember the cabinet that Maura opened yesterday afternoon when she made Niall and I a cup of tea. I scan the limited selection before drawing open a guessed one. There, on the top shelf are the white mugs. My unhelpful short height proves to set me at a disadvantage when I stand on my tip toes, just barely reaching the front one. I kick my feet up to lean on the counter and I quickly snatch two mugs before I fall. Clumsiness was another one of my multiple complications.

I try to find the coffee pot in the room but instead I surprisingly spot a Keurig. Next to it are the little cups with the mix in it. I pick out two different ones that seem appealing.

In five minutes, I'm walking back upstairs with filled mugs in both hands. I walk slowly with precaution so that nothing spills. My feet pad on the carpeted floor until I'm stood in front of his bedroom door. I softly kick it open and walk in, then using my back to shut it.

When I twist around, Niall's sat up against the headboard of the bed. He's yawning while stretching his arms out. I force myself to look away from his mesmerizing unclothed chest and his soft blond bed hair before I involuntarily pounce on him.

He looks up once the noise of the door sounds.

"Hi," his sexy morning voice rumbles and I gulp.

"Good morning," I manage to say, slowly making my way over to the side of the bed.

I hand him one glass and he thanks me.

"I didn't expect you to be awake this early," I comment.

"The bed abruptly became cold," he pauses to pick up a tan pillow, "and this was in your place in my arms instead of you so that basically made me wake up."

Niall takes a sip from the hot liquid as I climb on top of the bed.

"You make getting out of bed extremely difficult," I tease, scooting closer to him.

Niall shrugs with a smirk.

The sun shining through the dimmed windows makes his face appear to be glowing. I can't help myself but stare at how it reflects off of his hair as well, turning it a crisp golden color. He looks like an angel. My imperfect yet perfect angel.

"Stop staring at me," Niall playfully pouts with a hint of humor, snapping me out of my trance.

"Sorry," I giggle, taking a sip of the cooling coffee.

We're silent for a moment and I drink the rest of the coffee, setting the empty mug on the bedside table. I bend my head over to collect my long brown hair into one hand and sliding a hair tie through it. My pajama shorts are adjusted before I crawl back into the warm bed, covering both him and I with the thin sheet. Niall slings his arm over my shoulders and I rest my head on his hard chest.