The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Four - Start Of Something Amazing

Elle's P.O.V

I sighed contently, snuggling into the warmth around me. I felt a sleepy smile spread across my lips and I closed my eyes, not ready to wake up from this blissful sleep. I felt as if I had slept on a cloud, a bubble of warmth caressing my skin. I felt someone stir beside me and I felt something tighten around my waist as if trying to stop me from escaping. A steady heartbeat thumped under my cheek, the steady rhythm like a lullaby.

I slowly opened my eyes, my brow furrowing in confusion, it wasn’t like Juliette to cuddle me. My eyes adjusted to the light and I found myself curled up on the sofa, the cushions strewn over the floor. Two coffee cups were on the table, two packets of sugar beside them.

I was surprised to be in the living room, no matter how tired I was I always managed to drag myself to bed, I hated sleeping in unfamiliar places. When I was living with Mum I fell asleep on the sofa one night and woke up at four in the morning and almost had a heart attack. Sunlight streamed through the curtains making me forget the bubble of panic which had risen in my stomach, I relaxed again, feeling the peacefulness I had when I had first woken up.

I tried to stand up but failed, I looked down to see two toned arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I gulped and looked up.

Peter was laid across the sofa, his mouth set in an adorable smile and his eyelids fluttering, he had both hands wrapped tightly around my waist and I must have been curled up on his chest moments ago. My heart soared in my chest and I squealed quietly, last night hadn’t been a dream! I had really spent the night talking to the guy of my dreams.

I started at him for a few more minutes before gently shaking him awake. His green eyes shot open, immediately enchanting me. Up close I could see he had flecks of brown around his pupil, making the blue and green in his eyes dazzling. He took me in and smiled, he ran his fingers through his messy curls, his lips tingeing pink.

“Morning,” He said huskily.

“Morning.” I laughed, suddenly becoming very aware that he hadn’t removed his hands from around my waist.

“Sleep well?” Peter smirked, his eyes twinkling cheekily.

“About that… when did I fade off?” I mumbled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“About three in the morning, you were telling me how Cookie dough was better then baked Alaska and you just suddenly stopped talking,” Peter said with a small smile. "I must say you look cute when you sleep."

“How exactly did I end up on you?” I asked with a blush.

“Well you looked pretty uncomfortable.” Peter mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” I smiled. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“I would love some.” Peter grinned slowly removing his hands from my waist. I stood up and grabbed his hand; I lead him into the small kitchen and motioned for him to sit down.

“We have cereal, bread, beans…” I sighed, bending down and looking in the cupboard. I looked over to see Peter staring at me, when he noticed me looking he scratched the back of his neck and became very interested in the wooden floor.

“See something else you like?” I teased, raising my eyebrows.

“Yes,” Peter smirked making me blush. “Not a fan of bacon?”

“Vegetarian.” I informed him.

“Interesting!” Peter smiled.

“Elle?” A voice mumbled from the doorway, I turned to see Juliette standing awkwardly in the doorway. She was dressed in a pair of light pink skinny jeans and her pins and a black cropped top with her coat over the top, her hair laid on her shoulders in a silky curtain. I frowned when I saw her eyes were pink, like she had been crying. She'd tried to hide it with make-up but I could still tell.

“Help yourself.” I said to Peter before making my way to my best friend. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room. “What’s wrong Jules?”

“Nothing.” Juliette mumbled, not meeting my eyes.

“Don’t even try lying to me, I know you too well!” I warned her. She smiled weakly and then it faded and her face was blank again.

She met my eyes briefly before looking back at her feet; I bit my lip feeling a surge of worry run through me. I thought back to yesterday, trying to think if I had done anything wrong.

“Is it Peter?” I asked quietly.

“No!” Juliette said quickly, touching my arm briefly. “I just need to be alone for a bit.”

“Are you sure?” I whispered feeling slightly useless. I knew when Juliette needed to be alone it was best to respect her decision, no matter how much I wanted to help.

“Try not worry about me. Now get back in there to your lover boy!” Juliette laughed but I could see she was still upset.

"I'll tell him to go." I insisted.

"NO! Don't you dare!" Juliette insisted.

“Where will you go?” I asked concerned.

“Out.” She answered simply.

“Well... Will you get some headache medicine for me?” I asked. Juliette nodded and I pulled her into a tight hug, wishing I could take her pain away. “When you want to talk I’m here OK?” I promised, I felt her nod and she pulled away giving me another weak smile.

“See you later.” She whispered before leaving me standing in the living room.

"Be careful." I cautioned her. I didn't want her to do anything stupid or anything she would regret. After I heard the front door close, I went back into the kitchen. Peter looked up from his cereal, his eyes taking in my worried expression.

“Everything OK?” Peter asked concern outlining his features.

“I’m fine.” I assured him.

“Is Juliette alright?” Peter enquired looking out into the hallway.

“I think she will be.” I whispered, biting my lip. I'd ask her again when she got home, whenever that would be.

“I hope I didn’t do anything.” Peter said quickly, his eyes widening.

“NO! Of course not!” I said quickly, putting my hands on his shoulders. I couldn't stand seeing him feel guilty over something that wasn't his fault. I was sure whatever the problem was it had nothing to do with him.

“Good.” Peter sighed, relief in his eyes.

“Enjoy your cereal?” I asked, noticing his empty bowl. I went to walk past him when he grabbed my hand. I felt a pang of electricity go through me as I met his eyes; he pulled me close to him, my body making contact with his.

“Yes?” I breathed, my heart beating wildly.

“I want to invite you to a party at my friend house tomorrow night.” Peter whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. "He said I can bring whoever I want."

“I would love too.”

“You’re different Elle,” Peter smiled, stroking my cheek softly with the back of his hand.

My heart went into overdrive and I tried to control my breathing, Peter tucked a strand of my hair out of my face before taking a seat once more, leaving me to regain my composure. I knew at that moment, this was the start of something amazing.