Harry walked in; more like stumbled in. He was obviously drunk out of his mind. In his right hand he held a beer, and he had his left arm around some girl. she looked to be around 18-19. She had medium length black hair and olive skin, and to be honest, she was quite pretty. I felt a small pang of jealousy, which freaked me out a little bit.
Shut up, you like Niall. Not Harry.
The mystery girl helped Harry upstairs, taking him to his bedroom. She came down a few minutes later. Niall and I looked at each other and then at her. We stood there staring at her for a few seconds, not knowing who this girl was that had came into our house all of a sudden.
"I'm Naks."
I looked at Niall and he made a circular motion with his hand as if saying, and..?.
"..Harry hasn't told you about me? Hmm. Well, I'm off to bed!"
She turned on her heel and walked out the door. Niall and I turned to each other, our mouths wide open.
"Who the hell was that?" Niall asked.
I winked and said, "Don't you listen? It was Naks!"
He kissed me on the cheek and led me up the stairs.
"Where are we going?"
"We're getting dressed, then going out for supper. I'm starving!"
I giggled and said, "Niall, we had supper about an hour ago.."
He looked at me and said, with a completely straight face, "I want food."
I burst out laughing and agreed.
"But, what am I going to wear? I can't exactly go out for supper in your onesie.."
"Why not? If we see anyone you can zip it up to cover your face. That is, if you don't want to be in every single magazine."
I considered this.
"Why can't we just get 'takeaway?'"
He grinned at me. "You're so cute when you try to be British."
I smiled back. I leaned in to kiss him, but just as our lips were about to touch, he said "So, where do we stand on this food thing?"
I pushed him lightly in the chest and said "You're such a pig."
His expression was that of mock hurt.
I giggled and said "But you're a cute pig."
He kissed me on the nose before zipping up the hood of the onesie I was wearing. He took my hand and we walked out the door to a zoo of flashing cameras.
"Just follow me, babe. We'll be alright."
The paparazzi was absolutely insane. They shoved their cameras in my face and a few even tried to undo the zipper on the onesie! How rude! I couldn't believe they treated him like this. By the time we got to the car and I unzipped the onesie, Niall's shirt was ripped, his left pantleg had a section missing from it, and his hair was a complete mess.
"Is this a normal thing for you?"
He shrugged, "Pretty much."
"I would've thought it would be the fans that rip your clothes, not the paparazzi!"
"Well, that's the job."
I smiled and kissed him.
"So, where are we off to, Mr. Horan?"
"It's a secret."
"Nandos?"
He pouted. "You wrecked the secret."
I laughed. "It's pretty obvious."
He snuggled up beside me and I laid my head on his chest until we got there. When the door opened, their driver wished me luck and we climbed out, after I zipped up the onesie of course. We bolted to the door and the owner had a private room booked for us. We sat down and Niall looked at the menu hungrily.
"THERE'S SO MANY CHOICES!"
I smiled, "Yes Niall. You've been here before."
He stuck his tongue out at me. I clutched my heart.
"Oh, that hurt so much." I winked.
The waiter walked in. I ordered hot-sweet peri peri, while he went for extra hot peri peri.
I ordered a glass of milk for him because I knew he would be screaming once he took a bite of his order. He gave me a weird look and I told him that if he didn't have milk to cool his tastebuds down, his face would burn off.
He just shrugged and said "Pfft, I'm a man. Men don't need milk."
I giggled and said "Okay.. Whatever gets you through the day."
About three seconds after he took the first bite he was screaming. I sighed and pushed the milk toward him. He drank half of it in one gulp, leaving a huge milk mustache. I gestured towards my lips, trying to tell him he had milk all over his mouth. He obviously didn't understand this, because he leaned in to kiss me. Right before our lips touched, I stuck a napkin in between our faces. He groaned and I wiped his mouth before giving him a quick peck on the lips. After we were done eating, we attempted to pay, but the owner told us it was on the house. I shrugged and Niall led me outside. It wasn't until I saw the cameras flashing that I realised something - I forgot to zip up the hood.
"Shit!" I cussed as I zipped up the hood. I knew it was too late, though. All the reporters were already asking questions. I was going to be in every magazine tomorrow, front cover no doubt. And the worst part was, it was a sure thing that my parents would see that photo of me and Niall.
