Tower

Chapter Nine

Lillian's POV

The award show went by quickly, which I was extremely happy about. The boys made sure Niall didn't say anything else when they had received the rest of their awards. I couldn't thank them enough for that.. But leaving the building wasn't anywhere near easy, not at all. Not only was it jam packed with people outside, but paparazzi were all in my personal space asking what seemed like millions of questions. When we get into the limo -we're all taking the same limo back, but we're dropping everyone off at their respective apartments- I have to work very hard at not whacking Niall.

"What were you thinking?" Liam scolds Niall. "You embarrassed Lillian, and now she has to deal with the press following her everywhere." Niall doesn't say anything, he just looks at his hands that are currently in his lap. We arrive at Liam's apartment shortly after and drop him and Sophia off. I think we're going to either Harry's or Zayn's place next.

"I really don't understand why you did that, mate." Zayn shakes his head. We stop at Zayn's apartment and Zayn and Perrie leave us.

"Takes nerve to do that, mate." Louis laughs, then leaves with Eleanor seeing as we just arrived at his place. We drop off Harry and he leaves without a sound, which I'm thankful for.

I turn myself towards Niall and say, "I have to say, that was just plain out stupid. I'm not even going to ask why you did that." Niall still didn't respond, making me worry for him.

By the time we get Niall's apartment it's way past my bedtime, and I'm just too tired to drive all the way back to my house. "Ni, is it okay if I stay here for the night? I don't wanna drive home." I ask Niall. He nods in response, and I take it as a yes. "I'm gonna take a quick shower to wash all of this stuff off." Niall just nods again. I leave the hallway we were in and walk around the apartment trying to find the bathroom. I eventually find the bathroom and take a shower. Thankfully there's towels in the bathroom already, because I'm not sure if Niall would tell me where the towels are at.

When I get out of the shower and dry off I see a slip of paper that looks like it was slid under the door. I pick it up and read the sloppy written words on the paper.

'The guest room is just down the hall. Go left out of the loo and it'll be on the right, two doors down. There's some clothes for you on the bed. Oh, and there's extra toothbrushes under the sink and toothpaste on the counter.

Niall xoxo'

My heart flutters at the letter, even though it's only a simple one. He took the time to do this for me, drunk and all.

I quickly brush my teeth -making sure my towel stays wrapped around my body just in case Niall comes in- then walk towards the guest room. I'm in awe when I walk in the room. If this is for guests I wonder what Niall's room looks like? The room looks like it was professionally decorated, it's that amazing. And the bed! The bed is queen sized and it's one of those beds with the canopy type thing over it. Freaking gorgeous. After I've finished gawking at the room I get to stay in, I change into the clothes Niall left for me on the bed. There's a mint green t-shirt that says 'FREE HUGS' and a pair of gray sweatpants; both are large on me, but they smell nice. I have to admit, I look pretty good in Niall's clothes.

Once I'm ready for bed, I lay in the bed and get under the covers. The blankets are so freaking fluffy. Then I close my eyes and fall asleep.

In the morning I wake up to the sound of something hitting the floor and cursing. I lazily get out of bed and search for the ruckus that woke me up. I walk into the kitchen, think that it would be the best place to look -and the fact that I'm hungry- and I find the culprit, Niall. "What are you doing up so early?" I ask, yawning.

"Wanted to make breakfast." He quickly responds, focusing on the egg he's trying to crack. Emphasis on the 'trying' part.

"Does making breakfast include turning the kitchen upside down?" I laugh, looking at the poor kitchen. There's cereal, milk, flour, brown sugar and eggs all over the kitchen. It's on the floor, the counters, the cabinets. Heck, I think I see a cheerio stuck on the ceiling. "How is it even possible to make this much of a mess?" Not even my little cousins can make this large of mess when they're cooking. 

Niall pouts and says, "I don't know. One minute everything was clean, and the next it was dirty."

"Only you." I shake my head, trying to contain my smile. I go grab some napkins and start cleaning up the mess. By the time I'm done, Niall has managed to finish cooking breakfast, which is eggs, bacon and toast.

"Breakfast is served." Niall states, setting two plates with food on the table. I sit in front of one and I quickly say grace inside of my head.

"You should probably try it first to make sure it isn't poisonous or something." I lightly elbow Niall, who's sitting right next to me on my left.

"Hey, it can't be that bad." He defends himself, taking the first bite anyways.

"How is it?" I ask, looking closely at his facial expression to see if he likes it or not.

"See for yourself." I take a bite of the eggs and find out that they aren't actually that bad.

I take a bite out of a piece of bacon and say, "Not bad."

"Told you so." Niall sticks his tongue out at me.

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AN: I know it's not uber long or that special, but it's what we're stuck with for now.

I got an inhaler two days ago, and I'm getting contacts in a few days. And I leave for London in less than two weeks. Just thought I should put that out there :P

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-CookiesandBrownies