I Should Be Studying

12: I Shouldn't Be Napping

Word Count: 1,432

Evelyn's POV

Having been cleaning for four and a half hours, I rested my head on the guest room bed after changing the sheets, only realising I fell asleep until I woke up two hours later. Niall's lying beside me and I try my hardest to remember how this had happened. He must've come in after I had fallen asleep and decided to sleep as well.

I slide out of the bed and tiptoe to the door, in attempt to make as little to no noise as possible. I quietly shut the door behind me and look over the railing, seeing the house practically spotless.

Being the house is so silent, I walk into Colleen's bedroom and see it's completely empty so I look all around the huge house to see the same. As I walk into the kitchen, my stomach begins to grumble so I mince to the cupboard where we keep guilty pleasured food in.

The first time I spent the night, Colleen was going through a break-up so we had a movie marathon filled with chick flicks to get a good cry out of the both of us. But before settling down we figured junk food would be best for the occasion. We ended up buying way more than we could possibly eat, so since then the cupboard was made especially for our junk food.

I open the wooden door and am surprised to see a sheet of paper, with practically every line taken up, taped to the back of it.

Dear Eveleeny,

I knew this would be the perfect spot for this letter. Good morning sleepyhead. The weirdo fell asleep beside you and I you didn't want to knock you guys up. But the truth is, I met someone last night and he suggested we spend the day together to get to know one another. I would've told you all about him if it weren't for the bowsie. Anyway, I probably won't be back so you're welcome to stay the night with Jamie. If not, lock up when you leave. If you need anything, I'm 11 digits away! Big love. Colleen Maher.

P.S. It's Saturday so don't forget to ring your mam!

I make my way back up the stairs and into the guest room again, standing at the end of the bed, seeing how much of a deep sleep Niall is in. He's as still as a rock and I'm feeling as impatient as a puppy wanting to play.

I slide into the bed but get no reaction out of him. Instead, I sit up and cross my legs, resting my cheek on my fist as I watch his chest rise and fall with every breath, then undo my hair from its ponytail and brush it against his face, watching as he wiggles his nose.

"Niall," I whisper. "Wake up."

After giving up, I quietly make my way out of the room again, remembering I needed to call my mom. With my phone in my hand, I dial the number and hold it up to my ear as I walk through the kitchen then dining room to the back sliding door to make my way out.

Like always, she answers on the very last tone and shouts, "Hi, mamas!"

As I sit down on a chair by the poolside, I giggle at her use of Spanglish, which I only hear once a week. I'd call home everyday, if it were up to me, but it's far too expensive to make calls that are out of the country. So in order to communicate with them, knowing they're too stubborn to learn how to use video chat, I take the risk of a high phone bill to make one call on the weekend.

A/N: For the sake of the readers, the dialogue will be in English, but note that she's speaking Spanish.

"Hi mom," I breathe, feeling the cold wind hit me.

"What are you doing?" she inquires.

In the background, I'm able to hear her Mexican soap operas and feel sad, remembering how much she loves them. Even though they annoyed the living hell out of me, I realise that I don't appreciate what I have until I'm gone.