paradise // niam

two

*britney spears voice* it's been awhile.

there's some smut in this chapter and i know nobody will complain because come on the whole one direction fandom consists of hormone crazed teenagers but still. just warning you. :-)

CHAPTER TWO

"Harry?" I call, walking into our flat.

"NIALL!" I hear running from upstairs, when suddenly he bounds down the stairs, tackling me to the floor. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU HURT? WHE-"

I shushed him by pressing my finger to his lips. "Do me a favor and stop talking. I have a headache and i'm sore."

He sat up and straddled my waist. "Oh." he hinted, wiggling his eyebrows. "Why are you sore, Niall?"

"Because I just ran a marathon," I say, rolling my eyes. "Now get off of me."

He rolls off of me, and I just now realize he's only wearing boxers.

"I'll grab you an Advil." he says. God bless his soul. He comes back in, handing me a glass of water and a pill. I down the glass and hand it back to Harry who, in turn, grabs my hand and lifts me off of the floor.

"Want some breakfast? Or did you already have enough sausage?" he asks, walking back to the kitchen. Even though I can't see his face, there's a %100 percent chance he's smirking at me.

I tell him no thank you, and he turns around and starts cooking anyway.

"So how was your night?" I asked.

"Why do you wanna know? Was yours not as exciting as you'd like it to be?" he asks, placing my glass in the sink. I can once again hear his smirk.

"I wanted to know because I imagine if anything exciting happened, you'd still be asleep."

"But what if I didn't get any sleep?"

"Well now you're just being gross."

"Hey, you asked me!" he says, throwing his hands up in surrender.

Just then, a boy with brown hair walks into the kitchen, with Harry's white duvet wrapped around himself. I'm really hoping he has clothes on underneath.

"Harry?" he asks, rubbing his eyes. His voice is so cute and raspy.

"Hey Boo," Harry pecks him on the lips. "You weren't supposed to be awake yet, I was making you breakfast." he pouts, holding up a carton of eggs and a box of pancake mix to prove his point.

"Would you like me to go upstairs? You might not come down for a while, though..." he winks.

"If it's anything like last night, I'll stay up there with you all day," he smiles and starts snogging him. Yes. Snogging.

"Okay, as much as I enjoy the free porn, the eggs are burning," I attempt at trying to break them apart. "I'd like to keep my kitchen from burning down."

Harry growls before pulling away from the boys lips. "Cockblock." he says, glaring at me. I will never understand his mood swings. They're not even mood swings anymore. They're mood roller coasters.

"Hey mate," he shakes my hand. "I'm Louis, by the way."

"Niall." I reply, still uncomfortable at the fact that he's practically naked.

As if reading my mind, he adds "I have boxers on, if that makes you feel any better." he winks. "They may not be mine, but they work." he says, glancing at Harry.

I pretend to gag myself, making both of them laugh.

They were actually really cute together; at least when they weren't having kitchen sex.