Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 55

"I can't- oh my god, I can't stop," I tried to contain my laughter and failed as my body continued to slide down the pillow propped up against the headboard.

Niall snorted at the state of me and watched as I nearly choked on my own laughter. I probably stopped breathing for longer than I should have. I needed to stop. I coughed and wiped the tears off my face, trying to regain my composure.

I remained in my position, lying down on the bed. too physically tired to bring myself back up. Niall moved the laptop off of his lap and turned his body to face me, lying on his side and placing his hand against his cheek in the most endearing manner.

"It wasn't even that funny," he chuckled. He was probably right, but I needed to laugh like that considering the amount of stress I've been dealing with on a constant basis for the past year or so.

"Yeah, it was. You just have no sense of humor," I argued.

"Right, right," he brushed me off, "It's getting pretty late, do you want something of mine to change into? I reckon you're not sleeping in that dress," he eyed my attire for a bit longer than necessary before looking back up to meet my eyes.

"Um, yeah sure, why not," I cleared my throat, revisiting my unwelcome feeling of anxiety. Sharing clothes was never really our thing.

Niall didn't make a move to go over to his suitcase, "You looked really nice tonight," his eyes felt like they were nearly piercing into my soul. My heart needed to stop racing before I had a panic attack. Why did he keep saying stuff like that?

"You already said that," I fiddled with my hands which were intertwined atop my stomach.

"I know," he slowly blinked at me tiredly before getting off the bed and walking to his suitcase. I drew in a shaky breath before sitting up and leaning against the headboard, biting on my nails. I haven't chewed on my nails since Louise asked me not to when I was sixteen. Suddenly I felt like history was repeating itself, and I was that same scared sixteen year old girl I used to be. I wasn't sure if I liked the feeling. I took my nails out of my mouth and watched Niall as he laid out a shirt and a pair of plaid pants in front of me.

I looked up at him questionably, "What are you gonna wear?"

"I have some extra clothes in my suitcase, don't worry about me," he pointed behind him and I nodded.

I grabbed my- his clothes and walked quietly to the bathroom before locking the door behind me, wondering if he'd been planning to have me sleep over all along if he brought an extra change of clothes. I changed and tied the hem of his oversized shirt into a knot on one side, and struggled to keep the pants from sliding down my waist. Thankfully, there was a drawstring that I had to tie it into a thousand knots for it not to come undone. I was starting to think it would've been more comfortable to sleep in my fitted dress instead. I carried my dress and exited the bathroom, placing it inside the closet. Niall was already changed and sitting on the bed when I reached the bedroom, and the lights had been dimmed to only the lamp on the bedside table next to Niall.

He smiled when he looked away from the TV and saw me, "You look hilarious."

I rolled my eyes, but I knew I did. The pants were way too long to the point where they were completely covering my feet, and the shirt was too long and baggy.

"I look homeless," I joked, walking over to the bed and taking a seat next to Niall, pulling the covers on top of me.

He seemed to think for a bit before he spoke, "Now, don't drag the homeless into this."

I punched his arm lightly and turned away to look at the TV in front of us, "Really? Could you be any more of a narcissistic asshole?" I joked as I pointed at the One Direction music video playing in front of us.