Hired |N.H|

-Chapter 13

When I woke up I remembered I was still in bed with Niall. Why did I let myself do this? I questioned myself as I lay in his arms while he still slept.

I know he doesn't really care about me and I know I am falling for him, I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't be here. He fucking hates me.

I looked up at him, he looked so cute sleeping. His eyes closed and his mouth opened partially soft snores coming out of it every once in a while. He looked so peaceful and beautiful with his messy blonde going in all directions.

His muscular arms were still holding me in place, I wanted out, I know I shouldn't be here. It seemed like a good choice last night but that was only because I was scared and I just wanted a bit of comfort from someone and it happened to be him I got it from.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was twenty past eight. We don't have to get up until after nine as far as I know.

Maybe I should enjoy this while it lasts because this fairy tale isn't going to last forever. I bet when he wakes up he'll shout at me for something. I put one of my arms around him and the other on his chest. I just kinda wanted to be able to feel him.

Is that weird?

His hairy legs felt funny tangled with my smooth ones. I couldn't help but smile. Imagine all the girls that wish they were in my position, lying in a bed with Niall Horan and I don't even wanna be here right now. Well, I do but at the same time I don't. It's confusing. I'm confusing.

I felt him fidgeting around a little bit and he let out a loud breath, clashed with a small, barely audible whine. His limbs stretched out and he yawned a little, his eyes cracking open and he peered down at me, his eyes then widening as he seen the position we were in but he quickly recovered.

"Morning." He smiled at me in a raspy tone. God that morning voice. I give him an unsure smile back "Did you sleep?" He asked me.

"Yes." I quietly replied, moving my hand from his chest, making him shiver slightly. He grabbed my hand again, placing it back on his chest. I give him a questioning look.

"Feels nice n'warm." He shrugged and closed his eyes again. It felt so peaceful there lying with him but I know this is wrong. So wrong. The only sound in the room was our steady breathing, otherwise it was silent.

"We don't have to get up for half an hour." I said.

"I know." Niall replied. "Sleep." He grumbled. It didn't feel like much longer until Michael was knocking on our room door waking us up again. The door opened and he looked to the empty bed to us and then he smiled.

"Aww, I see you two are finally getting used to each other." Michael smiled at us. Niall didn't move, he just stayed where he was and didn't even open his eyes. "Be ready before ten guys." Michael said to us and left the room.

I sighed and got up and go my clothes out so I could take a shower. Niall whined a little when he felt my absence beside him and he curled himself into a ball. I went to the bathroom, locking the door after me and turning on the shower. I stripped off (Which wasn't much) and got into the shower.

I looked down at my body as the water cascaded over it. I was never really one to be proud of my body. I hate my curves, I don't think they're nice and I have a lot of stretch marks on my inner thighs, hips and back. It sucks really.

I was glad to get out of the bed. Well, I was glad but at the same time I was longing for that tinglingly feeling I get when Niall and I's skin touches. I don't know why it goes like that but it does.

I finished up in the shower and realized I forgot my t-shirt. I sighed and put on what I had then wrapped the towel around myself and walked back to the room. Niall was just getting up as I walked back in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes.