Recovery

"In your face, Tomlinson," I yelled in victory as I won against Louis in Fifa 14. He narrowed his eyes at me "watch your tone with me, missy."

"Oooh, I'm so scared," I feigned fear as I got tackled to the ground. "Dog pile," Zayn screeched, and before I knew it four, fat, Brits were suffocating me.

"Oh my god, have you guys ever heard of dieting?" They laughed, and I simply flicked them off. "Diets aren't my thing," Niall said as he sat down on top of Harry. Causing me to let out a breath. "Nialler, you need it most of all. What do you weigh- three hundred?" All the boys 'oohed' at my remark. Niall held his mouth agape.

"Love you, Ni." He cocked an eyebrow at me as all the boys got off of me "so you've said." I glared at him while Liam and Harry held back giggles. "Men don't giggle," Louis yelled at the giggling idiots. "Isn't that what El told you a week ago," Zayn snickered.

"Oh snap. Shit just got real," I cheered. Niall and I high fived as Louis charged at Zayn. "Oh my God, not my hair," he cried as Lou tackled him to the floor. All of us busted out into laughs as Lou rubbed his fist in Zayn's hair. "Fuck," Zayn groaned. "Perrie will fix it for you, Zayn," I winked. He blushed, they were so cute!

Things finally settled down as we all sat around watching the telly. It was pretty late, but my apartment was just nextdoor.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly one in the morning. "Nialler, I'm gonna head home." He frowned "I'll walk you." I nodded and stood up. We walked out the door and around the sleeping boys. "I had a good time, Ni." He smiled "me too."

"You know, I didn't take my insomnia pills, would you like to come in for some coffee?" He looked around and grinned "of course!" We walked inside and he shut the door behind him. I walked into the kitchen to make some tea. "When do you leave to go back to your movie?" I looked over to him "three days." He nodded. "Is that enough time to prove I love you?"

He sighed "no." I frowned "we need to talk," he stated. I nodded and we sat down at the dinning room table. It was kept silent for a few minutes before Niall even met my eyes.

"I think that- well, we're planning our tour dates." I nodded, not understanding why he was telling me this. "We leave April 24th, that's three months from now." I nodded again "get to the point, Ni."

"Prove to me that you love me before the tour. The night of April 23rd is your deadline." My mouth hung open. "A dead line?" The tea pot started screaming. I stood up to go move it off of the burner. Niall beat me to it.

He grabbed to mugs out of the cabinnet and turned off the burner. He poured the hot water on top of the tea packets. The steam rolled up into the air. "You've got some nerve, Horan." I stated.

"How's that?"

"A dead line to prove I love you?" I scoffed. "Did I show that by going to your house and wrapping you in my arms telling you I loved you?"

He chuckled "Three months."