You Are My Sunshine ↠ Niall Horan

[11] - Shannon

You don't understand, you don't understand,

What you do to me when you hold his hand,

And if he feels my traces in your hair,

I'm sorry, love, but I don't really care.

- Happily by One Direction

S H A N N O N

I look at my clothes, just a pair of leggings and grey sweater. So plain, too simple, I begin to feel insecure.

Not only that, Niall saw me in just a one piece. I swear, my thighs are too large for any body, but I couldn't find any board shorts.

I slip on the clothes, also putting socks on for warmth and slide on the floorboards out into the hallway.

"Niall?" I call out.

"Coming!" His footsteps thunder on the stairs.

He's by my side in seconds, "Anything you need?"

I place my hand over my mouth and my other one slides across my waist, "No, I just wanted to know where you were that's all. Some of your house has the same layout, some doesn't."

"Right, well let's go." We walk down the hallway, our bodies are close so our fingers brush.

I stop halfway, "Were you going to take a shower as well?"

"Are you implying that I smell?" He jokes.

"Yes, you wreak of chlorine." I reply.

"Ha ha." Niall laughs sarcastically.

"It's alright Ni, I can go hom- "

My sentence is cut short, "No! I mean if you want too... or you could just stay? If you want?" He scratches the nape of his neck, still staring at the ground.

"Eye contact, Niall."

He sighs, looking up with that cute small smile he does. "Would you want to stay? To eat?"

"I'd love too, but you must have a shower, because I know you want one." He hesitates.

"Niall, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon." He nods and I place a small kiss on his cheek, even that makes him blush.

He goes back upstairs and I start observing things in the loungeroom. Photos are hung on a wall of him with his family and band members.

In one I notice transparent braces visible, I wonder how many snapbacks he has because he never seems to be wearing the same one in any of these photos.

One photo is with a toddler, he's got blonde hair and looks like a mini Niall. It must be his nephew he told me about once, Theo.

Niall's home phone starts ringing, I don't incline on picking it up and just let it be, maybe they'll just leave a message.

"Hey, it's Niall. Sorry I couldn't get to the phone, just leave a message." His thick Irish accent sounds raspy as if he made the voicemail after he just woke up. The beep sounds.

"Niall, it's your ma. Just wanting to catch up with my little Nialler, love you. Mwah." I laugh at the cute message, they must have a great relationship. Something I would've loved.

Walking into the kitchen, the smell of fresh dough comes from the oven, pizza.

I mentally praise Niall for having such great food taste. The sound of water running begins, he's obviously hopped into the shower.