A Lie Is A Lie (Niall Horan)

4. I Don't Care

This chapter is the best I think i have written. It gets sweet and it sweeps you off your feet. ENJOY! :):):)

Niall P.O.V

We went inside and she collapsed on the couch. "Rosie, we need to put you in bed,"

"OKAAAY!" she shouted, slurring.

"I guess I'll have to take you upstairs," i whisperd to myself.

I went over the the couch and picked her up, bridal style and carried her to her room. I loved her room, it always suited her personality. The walls were violet and her bed was zebra print. There were green twinkly light around the walls. I put her down and started undoing her bed. "I need pyjamas!" She shouted, stomping her foot on the ground. "Do you want me to change you as well?" I asked her calmly.

"Yes! I'll probably put those pant things on my head and who knows what on my fingers," She said, whining. This was going to be awkward. I sighed and answerd her, "Alright." I went over to her dresser and got out a grey hoodie and a pair of fluro pink trackies. Rosie started undoing her bra, underneath her dress and threw it on the floor. I put her pajamas on her bed and went over to her. I took of her wings and threw them on the floor. I went to her bed and grabbed the hoodie. I went back to Rosie. I took off the straps of her dress, not exposing her chest and I put  the hoodie hoodie over her head and put her arms through the sleeves. I then pulled down the dress down  so that all she had on was the hoodie and her underwear. This way, I wouldn't see her naked. I grabbed the trackies and put them on her. "I guess you want your make-up off too?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay to wash the stuff off," she whispered. We were inches apart. I could feel her warm breath against my skin. She started to lean in but I turned away and started to head for the door. "Niall? You can sleep here if you want," I want to say no. But what if she tried to leave the house again, sill drunk. I looked at her bedside clock. 3:58AM. Shit. I'd better stay.

"Okay, where should I sleep?,"

"Niall, you can sleep in my bed,"

Shit, that would be awkward. "how about the couch?"

"What's wrong with my bed?"

"Well, nothing. But you are intoxicated and you probably want to do something," 

"Niall, I will be asleep as soon as I put my head on the fucking pillow, I am that tired,"

I then sighed and answered her. "Fine," 

I couldn't resist. Her room was warm and smelt like mint. I walked back into her room and closed the door. She went to her bathroom and washed her face. When she came back, her hair was a bit wet. "I'm going to have a quick shower,"

"Okay, I think there's something non girly in the closet over there," Rosie said, pointing to her closet. I opened the sliding doors and saw a lot of clothes. How much did she need? I saw a section marked, "Boys Clothes" and found sweatpants and a hoodie. I went in the bathroom and took a quick shower. I loved the feeling of the warm water against my skin. I dried myself off and put on the sweats and hoodie that Rosie had. When i came out of the bathroom, I saw Rosie underneath the covers, looking really comfortable. I turned off the bathroom light and the big light in her room. I went over to her bed and climbed in. I turned off her bedside light, rested my head on the pillow and closed me eyes. I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at her bedside table clock. 4:45AM. I turned over  and was facing Rosie. "Niall, are you awake?" She whispered, not opening her eyes. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep,"

"Can we cuddle?"

I think she was still drunk. I don't know if she went to sleep when I did, but I need affection after what I've been through with Denise. I want to feel loved and I just want somewhere there...in my arms.