this // narry au

16. pastels

A/N: just a short filler chapter nothing really happens but it does lead up too other stuff if you know what im sayin *points fingers and winks*

16 - Pastels

"You were trying to kiss me." I breath out, still lying on the floor in aftershock.

"I just wanted to see if you'd let me."

"Obviously I won't let you," I chuckle. "You haven't proven yourself worthy,"

Niall raises his eyebrows and rolls over to face me. "What'll I have to do to prove myself worthy?"

"Catch me off guard."

"Challenge accepted." Niall grins, standing up.

"What time is it?" I ask, grabbing his arm and helping myself up.

He grabs my shoulders to steady me and mutters a: "I don't know, like, four?"

"I have to go to my job!" I gasp.

Niall raises his eyebrows, "You have a job?"

"Do you think I just lived in his apartment with all this furniture for free?"

"...well if you say it like that it sounds stupid but yeah, I did."

"I don't." I laugh, pushing past him and into my bedroom.

"Why didn't you work last few days?"

"I told my manager my Charlie died and I got a good couple of days off."

"Rebel," Niall follows me and jumps onto my bed. "Did you do it to spend time with me?"

"You wish." I laugh. "I did it because I wanted to make sure I wouldn't come home to the police handcuffing you."

Niall laughs, gazing around my room. "I've only been in your room twice or something."

"That's because this is private property."

"With me around your life won't be very private."

I hum in reply, fixing my hair in the mirror.

"Are you going to change?" Niall adds.

"I left my uniform at the mall."

"Damn, I was counting on getting you shirtless."

I laugh and grab my wallet. "You'll never get me shirtless, Niall."

"We'll see." Niall bites his lip, "Where do you even work?"

"HMV?"

"What does HMV even stand for though!"

"I don't know? Why are you asking all these questions?" I walk out of my room.

"So you work at HMV... Is that why you know so many indie shit bands?" Niall ignores my question and follows me.

"Yeah, that's why." I then add, "And don't call them shit. They're amazing."

"They really are, they have lame band names too."

"No way, they're all cool with cool names. The 1975, The Killers--"

"What was that record I saw in your room the other day? The Aquatic Monkeys?"

"The Arctic Monkeys, and that isn't even that bad a band name."

"Oh, that sounds better then the Aquatic Monkeys." Niall chuckles, leaning against the wall as I pull on my shoes.

"How long will you be?"

"The mall closes at nine so... Nine-ish? Unless we close early."

"Close early." Niall hums. "I need somebody to make fun of and your cat is practically non-existent."