Enchanted n.h. au

Chapter Twelve (Important Author's Note At End)

Early in the morning my eyelids fluttered open. I sat up in a panic unsure of where I was. Glancing around the pale blue walls I remembered. I was at Niall's. I was living with Niall Horan. Curling my toes, I stood letting my feet hit the cold floor. Padding softly out of my room, I entered the hallway. If I remembered correctly, Niall's room was across the hall.

As soon as we had gotten here yesterday, he was pulling me by the wrist showing off everything he could. He showed me every nook and cranny of his house. It was beautiful- but what else could it be he was a millionaire.

Tip toeing by, I heard soft snores. Continuing down the hall, I came to the staircase. At the bottom was the living room. The in sync snores of Alex and Andrew caused me to giggle. Turning I crept into the kitchen. The least I could do was fix Niall breakfast, I reasoned.

I dug around in his kitchen searching for the necessities. The boy lacked bacon. flour, sugar, maple syrup, everything thing. The only thing I could find was a box of Coco Puffs, orange juice, toast and Nutella. It wasn't much, but I could work with it.

As I sat the table, I could hear the soft padding of feet coming down the stairs. Two pale arms wrapped around my waist, while a chin rested on my shoulder. My stomach fluttered with butterflies as his hot breath hit my neck.

"What's this?" his strong Irish accent asked.

I turned in his arms so I faced him. "It's my way of saying 'thank you'."

"For what?" he replied sitting down, tucking in.

I shrugged bashful. There was so much to thank him for. "Everything." I mumbled grabbing a slice of toast.

"'s nuffin'. Lef'f go shoppin' today." He said with a mouth full.

Just at the mention of shopping, I perked up. Shopping was a yearly thing at Maggie's-we went only if clothes were to small. Unless you were me, I was stuck helping them try on clothes and make sure some pedophile didn't snatch the kids up.

"Seriously?!" I shouted leaning over the table. He swallowed a bite while nodding.

"Yeah."

"How am I supposed to pay?" I asked staring at my feet.

"I'm payin'." he stated standing.

"What? No, Niall you can't do that." I protested falsely.

I really wanted him to pay, I needed him to pay. Out of politeness, I acted as though I didn't want him to. Every girl did this. Saw it all the time on the soap operas I watched when I was babysitting.

"Gypsy," he said rinsing his bowl, "I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to do stuff like this." He walked back to me, wrapping me up in a hug.

It couldn't be natural for me to love a hug as much as I loved his. There was something safe in them. Something about the way his nose tickled my neck assured me his intentions were pure. His fingers rubbed in circles on my back.

"As long as you're sure." I said with a small amount of amusement in my voice. He laughed his bell like laugh. It was truly the perfect laugh.

"I'm sure."

Niall drug me around what felt like all of London. He insisted on  buying me something from every store and it only added to the feeling of mooching. The twins were stocked with enough jeans and tees to last a life time. Niall had bought me every dress I said I liked, whining when I wouldn't show him what it looked like.

At six that evening we settled into the living room. The twins were reading up on online universities that the three of us could attend. Niall brushed my arm, pulling me to the staircase. He lead me upstairs and into his room.