maid in the am

36.

Niall is still fuming, and I am honestly scared to try to calm him down. He somehow manages to look even hotter when he is angry, but also sort of terrifying. I really don't understand how he can be the sweetest man, but on the drop of a dime he has turned into a monster-like ball of fury. I look at him cautiously, and his eyes soften up a bit. "Fuck, I am sorry she is so rude. She really thinks she owns me but I only have her employed as a favor to someone. I am so so sorry that she said that, and I even more sorry that you had to see me act in that way" he looks down shamefully as he says these words. He's acting like a small boy now, like he is afraid that I won't like him any more. I walk over to him, give him a gentle hug, and reach up to hold his face between my hands. "You don't have to worry, what she said was uncalled for. Thank you for standing up for me, it is ok to be angry sometimes" I state in almost a whisper. He lets out a breath that he seemed to have been holding and smiles at me. He responds to me, "I know its ok to be angry, its just that sometimes I have the tendency to get too worked up and its a problem I have been working on my whole life" with a twinge of shame in his voice. I look at him quizzically because what I just saw was not that bad. I mean I guess I also have some issues when it comes to that front. I have a very quick temper, and it packs quite a punch. "Niall what I just saw was not something I am worried about. I have a worse temper than that, I was just too stunned in the moment to say anything. You're just a passionate man, and I respect that you stand up for yourself and the people around you" I say, searching to see if he will forgive himself. He pulls his lips into a smirk and kisses my forehead. "You're right," he breaths out in a small gasp before continuing, "I am very passionate" he looks to me with a darkness in his eyes that I can't quite put my finger on before he winks and walks away from me. Well what the fuck was that? Did he really just insinuate what I think he did? I hear him close the door to the bathroom, and I have about two minutes to calm the fuck down. I hadn't realized how his actions and words have affected me, but I am left standing here breathless. What is he doing to me? He has such an effect on me, I swear he could literally do anything and I would be left feeling like I am floating. I need to calm the fuck down, because if I don't I will be too easy. Niall could have any easy girl, so I need to prove to him that he made the right choice. I am starting to get hungry, so I move into the kitchen to decide what to make for food. Perfect, cooking will help me to get ahold of myself. I open Niall's massive fridge, and realize its been a while since we went shopping last. Hell, I think I have been avoiding the store since my run in with the grocery guy at the club. God, I never even told Niall about that, but then again, I don't really remember much of that night. That was the night he brought me home and took care of me. God, what if he knows about the grocery guy. I don't remember being at the club with Niall though, just like one fleeting image before I blacked out. I am startled out of my thoughts by a pair of strong arms slinking their way around my waist. I am very aware of how close Niall is to my body and my brain somewhat turns to mush. "What are ya doing petal?" Niall questions, and it takes me a second to respond. I use my butt to push him out a little and then turn to face him. Jesus, his eyes are so blue, how did I get anything done before? I finally catch my breath and sweetly say, "I am just looking for dinner, but I haven't been to the store in a while so I think we may have to get takeout or something." He smiles and cheekily says, "We could also just go to the store. I like shopping with you because you make it look so good." I debate whether or not to tell him about the grocery guy and the club, and decide that I really don't want to deal with that guy today. I give him a half-hearted smirk and begin my little story, "Ok, but I kind of don't want to go to the store because when you were gone I went alone and there was a clerk there that hit on me and gave me his number. Then I got really upset because I got pulled over and almost arrested so I texted him, but luckily he didn't respond. I know, I know, I do stupid irrational things when I am upset. Anyway, that was the same night Mel made me go out to the club with her, and you'll never believe who was there. Yeah thats right, god damn grocery guy! Mel and I had been drinking a lot and we convinced ourselves it would be a good idea to hang out with him because he was kind of cute. So he danced with me, then he tried to kiss me and I bolted to the bathroom with Mel, but thats when she told me you were coming but I didn't believe her. She made me take the Irish car bombs shots, so by that time I was totally trashed. She kept trying to get me drunker and to like flirt with grocery guy because she was convinced you would fight him, even though I knew you wouldn't because there was no way you liked me like that at that point. But anyway, I ran outside to get air because I felt like shit and thats like the last thing I remember before waking up in your bed the next day. So, like I just don't want to face him that much because I am pretty sure he was trying to take me home" I finally finish talking and look to Niall. He's sitting there with a  ridiculous grin and a cheeky look in his eye. He starts to laugh, and then says, "Rosie I was the guy that caught you at the club, and I did yell at him. If I had gotten there earlier and seen all that I most definitely would have fought him. I have liked you since the first time I laid eyes upon you to be honest. I get why you don't want to go there though. We can wait until were both dressed up for a date and then go rub it in that creeps face. We'll just get pizza tonight." I start laughing too, not realizing how jealous Niall gets. I don't really believe him because honestly I am not that great but he insists. I tell him about my favorite pizza place, and he agrees to try it. I let him choose what he wants, and he phones in the order. "Ok petal, we have forty-five minutes to kill before the food gets here. Any ideas?" he asks with a presumptuous smile. I just roll my eyes, and give him a childish answer; "I don't know...pillow fort?" As I say this he giggles and races into the living room eagerly.