Limitless (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 47

Mia’s POV        

“Done! Yes, finally, we can stop!” I say, the biggest smile on my face as I stand back and admire the room that we finally finished painting.

“Yeah but there is all this excess paint left.” Harry says, a glint of mischief in his eye. I give him a confused look as he bends down and picks up the paint that’s still half full.

“Don’t know, we won’t need it anymore, none of the other rooms are going to be painted sky blue anytime soon.” I say with a shrug, turning around to put my paintbrush down on a painting tray that we’d used to help split up the paint so that everyone had some so that we weren’t all just using the pots. I stand up once more and turn to ask the others if they want anything to eat but I’m met with something that I had definitely not been expecting. I feel the paint seep down my neck and over my face as Harry tips the bucket over my head. The paint’s cold and slimy and completely covering me. I gape in astonishment at what Harry has just done while everyone else laughs at me. I bring my hands up and wipe away some of the paint so that I can see and none of it goes in my eyes or mouth.

“Harry. You are so dead!” I say, shouting the last word. He begins to run away from me but I get to him before he can get away and smear the paint across the side of his face with my hand and he laughs. Niall’s in absolute hysterics. “What do you think you’re laughing at?” I giggle, running towards him and putting two big handfuls of paint down his exposed chest. The guys had decided to not wear shirts, they had said it was because they didn’t want them to get dirty, of course we believed them…note the sarcasm.

This is now turning into a full on paint fight, and somehow, probably because we aren’t throwing the paint, we manage to not get any more on the walls. When all the paint has been used up and is now covering us we now have to work out how to get it all off. Surprisingly, Harry has the least amount on his feet so he’s able to make it into the bathroom and back without putting any paint on the floor. It’s decided that he will have to carry us all, one at a time, into the bathroom and we will have to have a shower…with our clothes on. It’s the worst thing to have to do but since I don’t actually mind the paint all that much I let everyone else go first, according to who is complaining the most, so Halli goes in first.

It only takes about half an hour to get everyone cleaned off enough to walk around the house, but we all decide that we want a proper shower, and for once the boys have been organised and brought spare clothes.

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“There, that’s better.” I say as I walk into the kitchen, my hair hanging loose and damp as I allow it to dry naturally. But when I enter the kitchen, the atmosphere is far tenser than what it had been up in Georgia’s room. “Is everything alright?” I ask and Niall motions for me to go and sit next to him…next to him…there must be something wrong if he doesn’t want me to sit on his lap, wait…he isn’t going to break up with me is he? No, he wouldn’t, not like this, not in front of everyone, surely.

“Mia, we have something to tell you and there is no easy way to say it and you aren’t going to like it either…” He begins nervously as I sink slowly into the seat which has been turned to face Niall directly. He leans over and takes my hand in his. “Do you remember when we first found out that I was going to be on x factor and your parents were going to be working on it and about the voting and stuff?” I nod. “Well, it’s happened, Simon talked to me about it before we left to come here and he has a plan, we don’t have to break up or anything extreme like that but he wants to hold a press conference and he wants you to be there as well as your parents and us.” He tells me and I slowly nod my head, blinking away tears that I know shouldn’t be there. I just can’t believe that anyone would even think to say something like that. Don’t they think that if that were really happening then my parents would have been fired? “Now please don’t blame yourself because I know you and this isn’t your fault so please don’t say or even think that it is because it isn’t. It’s whoever started this rumours fault.” Niall tells me and I can tell that he’s angry about this and that I have to be involved.