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Chapter 5

Heavyn's POV

“Is your mum going to chop off my dick if I do?”

                I sucked in my breath, pretending to think for a moment. “I won’t promise anything.”

                He fought back a small smile. “The things I do for you.”

                I rolled my eyes, dropping the lanyard onto his lap, which he swiftly caught. “Is Greg going to have a seizure if you don’t come home?” I asked, getting out of the car, I closed the car door softly. I wasn’t going to make it known that Niall was staying over. I would just have to get him out of the house before my parents see his car tomorrow morning.

                This would be just like old times.

                Niall also got out of the car. “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe not,” he added as he walked towards me. He had gotten into the habit of never telling Greg where he was. He’s been pretty involved with that one chick. Denise, maybe?

                Whoever she was, as long as Greg was with her, he wouldn’t care where Niall was spending the night.

                The lights in my house were all off. It was only a few minutes past midnight. My curfew is one am, so I’m doing pretty well. My parents hardly ever wait up for me, which is a good thing as far as I’m concerned.

                “Just go upstairs and I’ll meet you there,” I told him, my voice softening as we got closer to the front door.

                I used my key to open the front door and let ourselves in. Niall walked in slowly behind me before I closed the door, locking it. I handed him my drawstring bag. “Can you take this upstairs for me?” I whispered.

                Thankfully he just nodded. Niall can’t whisper if his life depends on it. He tries, he really does, he just doesn’t try hard enough. He took the bag and went upstairs, not being as quiet as I would like but he was making a small effort.

                I walked down the hall and to my parent’s room. I peeked my head in, the lights were out and both of their bodies were in their bed. “I’m home.”

                My mom, tiredly, raised her head. “How’d it go?”

                “They won,” I told her, keeping my voice soft. Dad’s soft snores made it evident he was still asleep.

                “That’s good…” she trailed off as she laid back down.

                “Night, mom.”

                She mumbled an ‘I love you’ as I closed the door. There, no as long as Niall and I can keep from getting in a screaming match, we should be good to go.

                I walked up the stairs, even though it was dark I could navigate my way through the house very well. I ran my hand along the wall until I reached the second door on the right. My room.

                I could see from underneath the door the light was on. I opened the door to find that Niall had already made himself at home. He was sprawled out across my queen sized bed, the empty Twix wrapped clutched in his left hand, which dangled over the edge of the bed. Jackson had taken interest in smelling his shoes.

                There are many benefits to being an only child.

                One being I get the largest bedroom, aside from the master bedroom. And I have the whole top floor to myself, which makes it very easy for me to sneak Niall up here.