***Recap***
I was crying into Niall’s shoulder as Ari finished the story. My hand fell to my side where the scar was from the glass. Niall leant down to my ear and whispered, “Can I see it?”
I looked up to him and pulled the hem of my shirt up shakily. My scar was exposed – but only Niall could see it. What he did next surprised me. He leant down and kissed the scar. Most people might have thought that was a little weird – but to me, it was exactly how I loved to be comforted.
And I’m glad it was Niall.
Chapter 5
Addison’s P.O.V
I woke up with sun in my eyes. I was tired and my face was probably covered in smudged makeup from my crying yesterday. I think I cried myself to sleep. I was extremely warm. I turned to my right and saw Niall snoring with his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Niall,” I whispered, “Wake up.”
He stirred and groaned at the sunlight in my room.
“W-What time is it?” He said in his morning voice.
I checked my phone, “Its 11:45.” I said.
He sat up, eyes wide. “Did you say 11:45?” He asked.
“Yeah why?” I asked.
“I have an interview in like... 15 minutes!” He cursed to himself and jumped out of bed. He only wore sweatpants. No shirt. I cleared my throat as he began to change right in front of me. I was in his room, it seems.
“Ughhhhhhhh. I forgot you were famous!” I whined.
“You did?” Niall smiled, “I love that about you.” He said.
“What?” I asked.
“Just the fact that you treat me like a real person. Not ‘Niall Horan from One Direction’. To you..I’m just Niall.” He said, smiling.
I smiled too, “Well, you’ve always just been Niall to me.”
“Love, it’d be great to stay and chat... but unfortunately I’m going to be late. See ya!” He yelled, hopping out the door with one shoe on. I laughed and shook my head.
Jumping up, I looked around the apartment. It was me-ssy. I called Arianne and she ran in, eyebrows raised, “Are you thinking the same thing as me?” She asked.
“CLEAN UP!” We yelled in sync and started to clean up the entire place.
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