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

Chapter Fourteen - Elle Returns

Elle's P.O.V

"Mum, you have to let go." I sighed as my mum squeezed me tightly, her fingernails digging into my back.

"I know, promise you'll come back soon?" Mum begged her voice almost childlike. I laughed and hugged her, I loved her to bits.

"I will, and I'll bring Peter," I smiled, I pulled away and she brushed some stray hairs out of my face. "On one condition."

"What?" Mum smirked, rising her eyebrows.

"No baby pictures!" I laughed; Mum chuckled and hugged me once more, mumbling about how lucky she was to have a daughter with a sense of humor. I breathed in her lavender aroma and stroked her chocolate brown hair with my fingers.

“I’m not promising anything.” Mum chuckled; I glared at her before shaking my head. She kissed both of my cheeks and waved sadly as I walked over to my car; I rolled the windows down and blew her a kiss.

“Ellie Belly!” Mum called as I was pulling out of the driveway, I slammed my foot on the break and popped my head through the window.

“Yes?” I asked my brow furrowing.

“Make sure you keep hold of that yummy boy.” Mum teased, I laughed and pulled tongues at her. It was official my mother was crazy, but I wouldn’t have her any other way.

Juliette's P.O.V.

 I couldn't figure out what it was that had woken me up. I was on the sofa at home, still wearing my jeans and top. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a normal night’s sleep in my own bed. That night, Niall and I had stayed up talking and eating cookie dough. He wasn't here to tell me "Good morning Beautiful," or "Look Juliette! The sun came to see you." There was a note on the coffee table. It read:

"I'm so sorry Juliette, Band emergency. I wanted to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful. You're still my queen. Niall X" 

Band emergency. Fair enough. I got up and went straight to my bedroom. I got changed into pyjamas and went to sleep, despite it being 12:36pm.

Elle's P.O.V

I flung my keys into the pot, hitting the target once again. I sighed, feeling tired from the drive home, I had text Peter in the car to tell him I was home and that he could come around tonight so we could curl up and watch DVDs. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a Wispa, I munched on it happily until I froze, and the house was eerily quiet. I put the Wispa down and headed upstairs, in search for Juliette.

"Jules?" I hissed, opening her bedroom door.

She was fast asleep, spread out across the bed with her mouth hanging open, and being the good friend I am, I started jumping on the springy mattress. She screamed and bolted upright; I laughed and let myself fall beside her.

"No welcome party?" I cried, wiping away a fake tear.

"You're early!" Juliette smiled, giving me a quick hug.

"Actually you were just sleeping in late." I teased her; she rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her bed head. She looked down, then back up to me, as if she was considering asking me something.

"What?" I asked, looking her in the eye.

"Elle," She started. "You and Peter haven't had sex or anything yet have you?" She asked, sounding uncomfortable and sort of miserable.

"No... What's happened Jules?" I demanded. I had wondered why Niall wasn't here or why she wasn't with him.

"Nothing!" She pretested. "It's just, Niall and I want to, but I’m really scared and stuff and I don't think he's ready to wait me." She looked like she was about to cry. I hugged her again. I didn't offer to talk to him, she'd say no.