Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Twenty-Five

AN: updating from my phone lol this is unedited so excuse the errors if there's any.

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I woke up groggily, groaning loudly as I stretched. I opened one of my eyes to see Niall still sound asleep and his hand laying softly on my thigh.

"Niall.." I whispered-talked.

"Mhmm?" He shuffled into his stomach, his face flattening on the mattress.

"I have to go to class." I stood of the bed and walked to my closet to chose what to wear.

"How long lecture?" He wasn't even saying full sentences and I couldn't help but laugh.

"An hour and a half." I sighed, pulling out a shirt and jeans.

"I'll stay here."

"Niall, if Amelia comes in here and sees you sleeping in my bed, how do you think she'll handle that?" I turned around to see him with his eyes still shut.

"Don't care." He muttered, turning over onto his back.

"Well you'll be the one who has to face her wrath." I got dressed as I talked and went to search for my brush.

"Oh well." He whispered and I'm confused as to why he's still up.

I brushed out my hair, deciding on leaving it down and natural because really? Who do I have to impress?

I slipped into flats, ready to enjoy the "lovely" late spring-early summer English weather. I quickly left to the half bathroom and brushed my teeth.

"Bye, Niall." I grabbed my phone of it's charger.

"Wait.." He called, grabbing my wrist.

"Bye, babe." He finally opened his eyes to kiss my lips softly, careful not to open his mouth and share his morning breath with me.

I smiled and left to my boring class that I already know will drag slowly for me knowing I have a hot piece of guy sleeping in my bed.

Yup, this will be the longest hour and a half of my life.

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Finally, Mrs. Shaw's lecture is over and I can return to my dorm.

I must've sprouted wings because I pretty much flew back to more dorm, opening the door to find Amelia in her favorite spot on the couch.

"Good morning, babe!" Amelia smiled.

Oh good, she hadn't gone to my room.

"Morning." I smiled warmly back.

"Maybe you should leave a note next time your boyfriend stays in your bed while you go to class. I almost walked in there in just my bra and pajama shorts." She explained and a laugh escaped my lips.

"You wouldn't be laughing if your boyfriend wasn't able to control himself around the small amount of nudity of all this." She motioned her hands to her thin but distantly fit body.

"Oh please stop. You just gave me a mental picture that I never hope to see or think again." I cringed, walking into my room.

Niall turned to look at me as I walked through the door. He was watching TV on the small flatscreen I had gotten with money my mom sent me a while ago.

"How was class?" He asked, scooting away from the middle of the bed to make room for me.

"Awfully boring." I grumbled, crawling into bed next to him.

"Admit it, class is only fun when I'm there." He winked before turning back to some soccer, sorry um football, game.

"It's not fun for me when your touching my thigh under the desk in the middle of the lecture. Yeah, one more quiet moan and I think we'll be kicked out of the class." I rolled my eyes but smiled none the less.

"Be honest, it is a bit hotter when you're trying not to get caught." He laughs and I groan.

"Niall, I'm getting my period and when a girls hormones are raging, saying things like that never ends well."

"Note taken on the way hormones act in the female body." He looked at me, "note taken on not having sex for a while."

"Really?" I rolled my eyes.

"If you keep rolling your eyes, they're going to get stuck like that." He laughed, "besides, sex is great. I just can't get enough of you."

"You sound like a smooth and dirty- sex-disgusting pig. Stop." I hit his chest softly just to earn a laugh.

"If I was a sex-disgusting pig, we would've had a lot more sex than just twice."

"Calm your Irish balls, Niall."

"Where do you come up with the crap you say?" He began laughing and I huffed.

"I still have the mind of a fifth grader sometimes, shut up and watch your soccer game."

"Football." Niall corrected, his laughing ceased and he returned his attention on the game.

"Whatever you say, Irish."

"Thank you, American." He smirked but his vision remained set on the TV.

After a whole 'football' game of Niall shouting in my ear and jumping away from me whenever the team he was rooting for got close to a goal, Niall stood up and stretched.

"I should go check in with James and get ready for the gym. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

I nodded and we walked to the door, walking past Amelia who we all knew was secretly watching over the screen of her iPad.

"Buh-bye." I smiled, quickly kissing his lips before he turned to leave.

"Later, Americano."

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AN: this is pretty short only because I didn't want to post this extra part last update so I left it to be it's own part. THANKS FOR THE COMMENTS BTW I LOVE YOU GUYS ARE SO GREAT

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