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Seven

Niall Horan

I woke up to the sound of running water and the smell of coffee. Liv must be in the shower.

I sat up to assess the damage. My head is pounding and I'm wearing Liv's uni t-shirt. It's actually really comfortable and it smells like her. Which is kinda funny because it's usually the other way around, the girl is wearing the guy's clothes. I just slept in that shirt and my underwear. I slept great. This couch is comfy.

I checked my phone. It's 10:30 on a Sunday morning. I had a text from Paul that I chose to ignore and one from Harry that said, "Hope your night turned out good." Is that supposed to be suggestive?

I heard the shower turn off and quickly pulled my jeans on since she would be back out soon.

I went into the kitchen and saw our stuff scattered all over. We were pretty wasted last night. It's always funny to see the mess you made. The peanut butter is still open and half a piece of toast is stuck to the counter because of the honey on it. I started cleaning it up and a minute later I heard Liv walk in.

"Good morning." She sounds like she's treading lightly. I hope I'm not a burden for still being here. "How did you sleep?"

"Great! You?"

"Good." Her hair is still pretty wet, naturally wavy, she isn't wearing any makeup, and she has on a t-shirt and sweatpants. She still looks pretty. "Here," she said as she placed the bottle of Tylenol in front of me.

"Thanks. I need it."

"Me too. It worked wonders. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, um... Paul could bring my car by and we could go get something if you want?" That wouldn't look bad at all. Me out at breakfast with a girl in last night's clothes.

"I was actually thinking I would cook. Do you like bagels? Eggs? Bacon?"

"Yes, yes, and yes!"

"All three it is," she laughed. "Help yourself to coffee, I have tea if you prefer that, and you can shower if you want to."

"A shower would be good." She got me another t-shirt, showed me to the bathroom, got me a fresh towel, and told me to use whatever is in there.

"I have an extra toothbrush," she pointed to one still in the package sitting by the sink. "I just travel with an extra, so you can have it if you want. Toothpaste is in the top left drawer. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Liv, you've done so much already. Thank you." She really is doing everything possible for me. I do appreciate it. I don't feel like I do when people who work on our team for One Direction wait on us and treat us like spoiled pop stars. You can tell it's just in her nature to help others.

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I can smell the bacon as I spit out my toothpaste. Yum. I'm so hungry.

Liv is standing in front of the stove heating up a pan. She's pulled her hair into a ponytail. She still looks so good, especially in those sweatpants.

"Can I help you with anything?" I offer.

"You could butter the bagels?"

"I'm on it." While I worked on that, she poured an eggs into the pan and started scrambling them. She pulled the bacon out of the oven then put the buttered bagels in. I feel like I'm not being helpful enough but she looks like she has it under control.

A few minutes later, she placed my plate in front of me with bacon, scrambled eggs, and the bagel that she even put cream cheese on for me. Then she poured me a cup of coffee.