Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 15: Like red skittles

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Chapter 15:  Like red skittles

*Niall's POV*

"Where'd you guys go?" Zayn asked as the girls, Liam, Harry, and Lou as they walked into the living room.  Zayn and I had been watching cartoons waiting for them to return.

"And who did THIS to my FACE?!" I shouted, pointing to the ink on my chin. 

Zayn and I had spent over half an hour trying to scrub the sharpie off my face to no avail.  We tried everything from soap and water to Pinesol which just succeeded in irritating my skin.  Then we used nail polish remover.  How we had that in the house, I don't know.  Probably from Zayn's manicures, he he he... Then there was the supposed "mayonnaise cure" that Zayn read about on the internet, but I think he was just messing with me so he could smear that crap on me and make me look even more ridiculous.  It only made me hungry.  I now smelled like a sandwich and still had the fake facial stubble.

"I mean it!  WHO did this?!"  Everyone was roaring with laughter at me, but Charlie stepped forward.

"Err, that would be me," she said shyly and raised her hand while stepping towards me.  I felt my anger evaporate as she admitted it was her.  If it had been anyone else who had done it I would have vowed to get serious payback, but I liked her too much and didn't want to ruin my chances with her.

"Oh, well, I guess that's alright but... why'd you do it?  I really just don't get the joke," I told her.

"She thought you'd look even sexier with scruff Niall," Holland replied.

I felt my cheeks going red with embarassment and saw Char's face lighting up pink as well.  I got up from the couch and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the room.

"OOOOO. Someone's in trouble!," I heard Louis yell as we left the room. 

I guided her up the stairs and to my room, closing the door behind us for privacy.  I turned around and she was standing right beside me.

"So you think I'm sexy, eh?" I asked her smirking.

*Char's POV*

Why was Niall leading me to his bedroom?  Was I in trouble with Niall?  I couldn't help but be nervous and excited.  I just hope he couldn't feel my hand sweating as he held it.

We got to our destination and he pulled me inside, closing the door behind us.  I was too shocked to move so I just stood there like a nerd right next to him. 

Niall has turned me into a human statue.  All I'm capable of is standing and staring at him.  Right now he was still dressed in what he had slept in; a loose fitting white tee and grey trackies lying low on his hips combined with adorable bed head.  A small sliver of skin was exposed between where his shirt stopped and his bottoms began.  It exposed a slightly visable V.  It was so distracting.  I heard his voice disrupting my dirty thoughts.

"Huuuuh?" I asked stupidly still looking at the small amount of skin on display.

"I said, you think I'm sexy?" he repeated.

He noticed where I was staring and slowly pulled up his trackies while chuckling slightly.  It was agonizing watching that little bit of flesh disappear.

"I guess I have my answer," he said. 

My eyes dropped to the ground in pure embarrasment.  Niall calmly reached out and placed his fingers under my jaw, lifting my chin upwards so he could see my face.  I could now hear my pulse pounding loudly in my ears.  Isn't that one of the syptoms of a heart attack?  Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... Is my left arm going tingly and numb?!  How is he so relaxed right now?  Did this boy even realize he was about to send me to the hospital?!