If You Told Me To; A Niall Horan Fanfic

chapter 9

Niall and I slip into his flat, sinking onto his couch. “I think that this was one of the best weekends that i’ve had in a long time.” Niall says running his fingers through my hair gently. “I’d have to agree.” I say smiling. “When do you go back to the US?” I ask. “Thursday. We have off until then. When do you?” Niall replies. “Thursday.” i say happily. “A whole week together?” Niall says astonished. “Hopefully.” I reply.

I wake up to Niall snoring lightly in my ear. Slowly i lift my head and find that we both fell asleep on his couch. “Ni. Niall wake up.” I say shaking him lightly. Slowly he wakes up peering at me with cloudy blue eyes. “Did we fall asleep?” He asked tiredly. I nod. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “6pm already.” Niall says shaking his head with a grin. “We slept the day away.” I say cuddling againist his chest.

“Hungry?” he offers as I push myself off the couch. Stretching, i answer with a yes. Niall climbs off the couch taking my hand and leading me into his kitchen. We fix ourselves a delicious meal. The phone rings and Niall rushes to get it.

“That was Harry. He was wondering if we wanted to go out tonight with them to some clubs.” Niall says walking back into the room. “Sounds like fun to me.” I say cheerfully. “Okay, I’ll text him and say we’ll be over in a half hour.” he says. I put our plates in the dishwasher then head upstairs to get ready.

I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans and a sequined top then put on a pair of heels. I leave my hair down falling in light curls. Niall emerges in the doorway fully changed already. He was wearing my favorite jeans of his with a plain white t-shirt and a pair of supras.

“Ready?” I ask. He nods reaching for my hand and leading me out to the car. “You look amazing tonight Morgan.” He says to me as we pull into Harry’s driveway. “Thanks babe.” I say kissing his cheek lightly.

“Harry hurry up! Niall and Morgan are here.” Tyra yells to Harry who was still upstairs getting ready. Tyra was dressed in a short turquoise dress with silver heels. It fit her figure perfectly. A few minutes later we hear Harry tromping down the stairs. “We’re gonna meet Zayn and Louis there. Liam is feeling a bit under the weather so he and Danielle can’t make it.” Harry explains.

*

Niall’s hands slip around my waist, pulling me closer to him as we dance. I feel a different hand catch my wrist and pull me, hard. I almost fall flat on my face, but brace myself on my arms. Looking up to see the asshole that pulled me, my eyes meet Daniel’s. “What the fuck?” I say angrily. 

“I should be saying the same thing to you.” Daniel tells me. “What is your fucking problem?” Niall buds in. “My problem is you dancing with my girlfriend.” Daniel says shoving Niall backwards. “I’m not your girlfriend!” I tell him. “I suggest you leave.” Niall says. Daniel’s eyes meet mine. “Go. Now. I don’t want to be around you.” I say sternly.

He turns on his heels and begins walking. Niall turns back to our group. Daniel comes walking back, tapping Niall on his shoulder. Before I can register what is happening. Niall and Daniel are rolling on the floor, fighting. I can’t even manage to think straight.

Two large bouncers pull the boys apart. One lets go of Niall while the other drags Daniel out of the club. “I don’t want to catch you fighting in this club again, Mr. Horan.” The bouncer says. Niall nods. His eye was already turning bruised. “Are you okay?” He asks me. “Stop worrying about me, the question is are you?” I ask a bit scared still.

“I’m fine.” He says brushing it off. “I think we should go home.” I say to him. He nods agreeing with me. The rest of the group was moving to a different club so we told them goodnight then climbed into Niall’s car. I told him I was driving since he was the one who was drinking tonight.

*

I grab a ice pack from the freezer and head into the living room. Niall was sprawled out on the couch with his eyes closed. His bruised eye looked horrible. I hand him the ice pack. He carefully places it on his eye. I sit on the floor next to the couch patiently.

“I’m going to go change my clothes. I’ll be right back.” I say rising. I make my way upstairs. Slowly i pull on a pair of Niall’s shorts and a clean t-shirt of his since I didn’t have much to sleep in here. I grab a pair of shorts for him then head back downstairs. 

Niall was already fast asleep, snoring lightly. I carefully pull his shirt up, lifting his head lightly I pull it off letting it drop silently to the floor. He looked so peaceful sleeping, even with his bruised eye and slight puffy lip. I lean down pressing my lips to his forehead lightly. “I love you so much.” i mumble. He stirs slightly. “Love you too babe.” Niall mumbles sleepily. “Did you want shorts on?” I ask.

Without opening his eyes, he shakes his head no. “Lay with me.” He asks, moving over to the back of the couch. I climb in next to him. His arm drapes around me, pulling me close. I reach up and pull the blanket on the back of the couch around us. Niall reaches up and flicks the lights off. I fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.