Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 21: Sweet Pea

((PLAY THE SONG RIGHT AWAY. I put it on replay the whole chapter so, that's how I set the mood))

I wake up with a smile on my face because the dream I had of Niall last night was pretty god damn adorable. He's adorable. I can't wait to see him again. As if this morning were a movie, I sit up out of bed and go into the bathroom to take a quick shower so I can get ready for the day. I'm not ill anymore, just a little stuffy nose but that's going away pretty well so I should be fine at least by tomorrow, if not tonight.

After dressing in black skinnies and an Ed Sheeran hoodie, I skip out to my car so I can drive to Niall's house. Tonight, is Halloween. I've got myself a banana suit, but I'm only putting it on if we go Trick-Or-Treating will I put it on. Otherwise, it's staying in the backseat of my car.

Knocking on Niall's door, pressing my tongue to the corner of my cheek in excitement, I wait eagerly for the door, studying the outside of it as I do so. I wonder what he's doing, if he's still sleeping or not. Eating or showering. Both.

Nialls mum answers the door instead of Niall himself, smiling at me when seeing me. "Hi, Harry." She greets. "NIall is still sleeping and I have to go to work...Will you be alright here by yourself?" I nod, stepping into the good smelling flat once she widens the door for me. "I'll see you tonight, hopefully." Maura smiles at me, grabbing her purse before leaving out the door already. Looking at the stares, I smile more. I run up them and peek into Niall's room, watching him sleep adorably on his messy bed. He looks so cute when sleeping.

I walk into Niall's room, never actually being in here before. He has a lot of football posters up, some celebrities, bands, books, he printed a few photos he took in the mountains on our first date and pinned them up to his wall too, the one of us in the middle of them, making me smile even more genuine.

Crawling onto Niall, I wrap myself around him and roll over so we fall off his bed and onto the floor. I hold Niall's head to me, though, so he doesn't hurt it. With the wooden floor effect, he awakes and groans. "What are you doing?" He asks, trying to entangle himself from me. "Waking you up." I loosen my grip and look down at him into his eyes. He's just relaxed onto the ground and let out a breath through his nose, closing his eyes peacefully. Bending down and kissing the corner of his mouth, I get up and look around his room some more. The closet is propped open, allowing me to see some of his clothing items. A lot of them I've never even seen before.

"You're not ill anymore?" Niall props himself up on his elbows and looks back at me. I shake my head, tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth. "I thought you were going to ring me before coming here." Niall smirks just a bit, raising his eyebrows at me. I shrug. "I don't know." I walk back over to him and help him up, kissing him once on his feet. "Happy Halloween." Niall mumbles against my lips. "It's scary how much I like you." That's my attempt of joking, but as much as I love my own jokes, that one was one of the worst.

Laughing against my lips, Niall loosely wraps his arm around my waist and pecks my lips before trotting off for the bathroom. While I wait for him to cleanse himself, I look around his food closet and refrigerator for some breakfast, the breakfast I skipped at my own home because I didn't want to hear Louis' insults. He's so moody lately, at least towards me. If he would stop insulting everything about me and Niall, we could stop and talk about it. But all he ever does is glare at me in silence, or call me a pouf. Which is complete utter bullshit.

I hear Niall trotting down the stairs, making me lean back from munching on some crisps and look at him shake a towel through his hair, shirtless and in basketball shorts. He looks, so, sexy. Niall, bending over the couch where his phone was left out, scrolls through it as he slowly turns around and walks back up the stairs, paying not attention to me or even knows that I'm in the kitchen watching him.