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"So what do you want to do today?" Niall asks me from the kitchen.

I was lounging in a pair of  his tracksuit bottoms and a black sports bra. My hair was in a knot at the top of my head with a few loose strands hanging down the sides of my face.

"Hmmmm," he walks over to me and lays on top of me as I wrap my arms around him, holding him impossibly closer. "I just wanna lay here with you."

He smiles into my neck. "Good," He looks up and pecks me on the lips. "Cause all I wanna do is lay here with you too."

I kiss him again and smile into the kiss.

Suddenly Niall's phone rings and we both groan. He pulls away and takes his phone out of his back pocket.

"Hello?" He answers in his thick Irish accent. A few second pass before we lock eyes and he shakes his head. I lean forward and groan into the pillow. He had to leave.

He hangs up the phone and walks over to me, sitting back on the bed. He tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear and smiles at me warmly. "I'll call you later?"

I smile back at him, hiding my disappointment. "Okay." We look eachother for a second longer before kissing again.

It was for a few minutes before he reluctantly pulls away. "I've gotta go."

"Okay." He kisses me again.

"No," he pulls away to talk before kissing me again. "I'm gonna go now."

"Bye." I reply as his lips find mine again.

Finally he pulls away and stands up. He looks back at me from the doorway before he disappears.

He drove me crazy.