3,000 Miles Away: Niall Horan

Chapter 18

 Skylar's P.O.V.

Ugh! Mother Nature is doing her calling today. Why can't women just get a call saying, " Yo Girl! Wad' Up! Congratulations you're not pregnant! See you again next month!"  Why in the hell not? But no, we have to go through pure hell for a week. Like who the fuck decided this? I sure as hell would like to know.

I got dressed for the day. A pair of black sweatpants with the word boy on the leg written in white letters, a black sweatshirt that said normal people scare me, my glasses, and my needed accessory; my phone. 

I went downstairs, going straight into the kitchen to make something to eat. Louis is supposed to be back today. I don't like to admit it but I miss the idiot. He kept the place lively. Without him it's like I'm living in a graveyard. The other guys are fun sometimes; Harry and his horrid jokes, Niall's laughter, Liam's seriousness, and Zayn's well he's just Zayn. But I still love him to death.

I made a bowl of cereal, before going to sit on the couch. I looked down at my arm. There were fresh wounds. I hadn't bothered to bandage them today because a) I felt like I didn't need to anymore and b) I'm too lazy. I have a feeling, though, that if someone were to put too much pressure on them it would end up trickling red down my arm. ( IDK if that makes sense)

I sat in silence, the only sound filling the room being that of the crunching of my cereal. The house was really silent. Either everyone was sleeping really late or I was just up really early. I highly doubt that I'm up really early. That hasn't happened since I got to London. I checked the time on my phone.

7:15 a.m. Well I guess I was wrong. I am up early. I was bored so I turned on the t.v. I flipped through channel after channel being bored with that. I stood up and opened the sliding glass door that led out to the back of the house. The water droplets on the grass were making it glimmer. The sun was still rising, and there was a white fog that laced the air. I took in the rather quiet morning, closing my eyes. I stood there for a few moments enjoying it.

Arms laced around my waist, giving me a light squeeze. I slightly jumped. It was none other than my amazingly hot boyfriend, Niall. He laid his head on my shoulder. " Watcha doin" He asked. His voice was deep and raspy from just waking up. It was sexy.

" Nothing. Just looking" I replied.

" Louis' coming back today. Are you excited." Niall asked.

" Yes but don't you ever tell him that I am because I'll deny it with my life." I said. I received a low chuckle from Niall. I slightly shivered as a cool breeze blew. Niall noticed my small movement wrapping his arms around me even tighter. 

" Babe it's cold. Let's go inside." Niall said, standing upright. I nodded, turning and following him inside. 

" So what do you want to do today?" Niall asked me from the kitchen. I lifted myself up onto the counter, watching him rummage through the cabinets. 

" Uh I was planning on watching Disney movies all day." I said. Just after I finished my sentence my stomach began to cramp. I cringed in pain. I tried to sit up right but I just couldn't. Niall looked over at me.

" What's wrong?" Niall asked, walking over to me. He stood in-between my legs, his hands rested on the counter beside each of my legs.

" Nothing." I lied. I stared into Niall's blue iris's. They were bluer than the Circassian Sea. ( Ha. ha Percy Jackson reference. nobody knows who he is ok then.) I played with the fabric of Niall's t-shirt, not meeting his gaze. My girl problems weren't exactly something I  wanted to talk about with my boyfriend.

" You're lying to me." Niall stated. I stayed silent. "Please tell me." Niall begged.

" No. It's something I don't want to talk about with you."