Ninjas, Spa Parties, and A Drunken Niall (CH21)

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LONG OVERDUE I KNOW AND THIS CHAPTER WAS A BITCH AND A HALF TO WRITE

Pic of Ryan in Chapter 1 [not the prologue.]

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Shitty shit shit chapter.

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Just five more days. And then my world stops for a good month and a half. Or at least til Destiny and Daddy get back, because they'll force me to have a life.  I woke up on the couch, with Niall's right arm around my waist. His left was down his pants. Yes, that's right. Down his pants.

I kissed his cheek, which woke him up. 

"Good morning." He smiled.

"Is your nether region warm?" I asked as I sat on the coffee table (Which was still broken).

"What?" He asked with confusion.

"Your hand is down your pants. Is your penis warm?" I asked.

He quickly retracted his hand from his pants. "Yes. Yes it is."

 "What time is it?"

"Nine. I wake up at the same time almost every day, dear." I said as I got up and started toward the kitchen.

"Today, Lou, is giving us hair cuts. And then, Paul wants to take the boys out later with Preston." Niall said most likely to himself, but out loud, so I took it as him telling me.

"That should be fun." I smiled.

"What?" He said as he looked up from the floor.

"Going out with Paul and Preston. It should be fun. It's like a boys day. No naggy girl friends." I giggled as I stood on the counter to get a cereal bowl off the top shelf.

"Will you get down from there? You're gonna fall and hurt youself. And we can't have an injured opening act, girl friend, and best friend. That wouldn't be okay." He said as his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me over his head, on to his shoulders.

"AH! PUT ME DOWN!" I said as I held on to his head.

"Hey. I can't see!" He yelped.

"JUST PUT ME DOWN PLEASE!"

He crouched down to let me off his shoulders.

"Thank you." I said as my feet hit the floor. "Now can you get me that bowl so I don't hurt myself. Even though I wouldn't have." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Hey, put that back in your mouth, Missy." He said.

"No." I smiled and shook my head.

"Don't back sass me, little lady."

"What are you gonna do 'bout it?"

"Oh you're in for it."

"OHHH YOU'RE IN FOR IT!" I mocked him in a high, squeaky voice.

"You've got five seconds to run." He said.

"Five."

"You won't do anything."

"Four."

"You wouldn't hurt me."

"Three."

"You wouldn't." 

"Two."

"You're not gonna dooooo it."

"You should start running. ONE!" 

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