The New Foster (Niall Horan)

Chapter 18

Savannah's POV

I woke up with no Harry next to me. He
couldn't of left, it's his house after all. I decide on going downstairs.

"Hey beautiful," Harry looks up from his bowl of cereal.

I look back sarcastically to see if 'anyone's there'.

When I turn around, Harry's standing in front of me smiling. "I was talking to you," he hugs me.

"Someone's happy" I laugh.

"Mmhm" he pulls out of the hug.

"Look, about your question. You know, about the foster home. I don't really know if I'll ever leave. Just picturing the looks on their faces when, I mean if I leave breaks my heart."

"You don't have to say anything else," he takes my face into his hands. The cliche thing to do in a situation like this would be to kiss him, but I literally can't move.

"How about...we watch a movie" he kisses me on my forehead.

"Again?" I ask even though I really don't mind, as long as I'm with Harry.

"Orr we can do something else" he smiles.

"Not that..." he laughs after seeing my reaction.

He takes my hand and both of us run back to his room. Harry opens his closet and grabs a shirt off a hanger.

"Put this on"

"Ok?" I say confused.

Both of us stand there for a little while until I speak up. "Soooo are you gonna leave or show me where the bathroom is or something so I can change?"

"Nope I'm good," he smirks.

"Ugh close your eyes you perve."

He lays down on his bed and uses his hands as a blindfold. I change into the oversized shirt and tell him it's okay to look.

He takes my hand once again and this time, we run outside. Stay here he goes into a she'd and comes out with a bunch of buckets of used paint.

"Are we going to paint?"

"Nope"

He uses his fingers to pry open one of them. I watch as he dips his hand in it and runs at me. I scream while sprinting away. But he's to quick, and catches up.

"I gotcha!" he laughs and wipes the blue paint onto my arm. I scream again and run to the paints, grabbing the whole container of the same paint and bring it back before swinging it forward so the paint splashes all over him.

"Not fair!" he laughs prying open the rest of the paint pints.

He dips his hand into the green and purple and runs after me again. When he catches me, he wraps his arms from behind and lifts me up.

I turn and look into his eyes. He puts his hands onto my cheeks and kisses me. When we break apart he smirks.

"What?"

"Nuthin" he smiles and kisses me again.

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By the time we run out of paint, both of us are drenched with all the colors you can think of.

"Savannah," he looks at me with his deep eyes.

"Yeah?"

"I love you"