Suddenly Falling (Niall Horan FanFic) (Slow updates)

Chapter 7

“You want to lose a hand, Styles?” Niall growled at Harry who took a piece of Niall’s cake. Harry placed his fork back on his plate and Niall just snickered. This boy. *sigh*

We were now in the pantry of the Martin household, chatting merrily and eating. We were at the round table with Louis at the end, Harry on his left, Niall was beside Harry, I was squished between Niall and Zayn, Isabella was beside Zayn, and Liam at Isabella’s left.

“Can I have the last slice?” Niall asked hopefully, eyeing the last piece of cake on the table.

“But you had three slices already!” Zayn protested.

“I don’t care, I’m taking it anyway.” He shrugged and got the piece of cake.

I got my fork and got a piece of cake from his plate, Niall gave me a playful glare, next thing I know, the boys were gawking at me.

“What?” I said with a mouth full. Very ladylike, Aira.

Zayn leaned to my side and whispered to something to my ear.

“Niall doesn’t share is food. Not even with us. You must be special.” He leaned away and winked.

All my mind could register was ‘Oh.’

There was a short silence so I decided to break it from getting weird.

“Where are the gummy bears?” I looked at Isabella.

“What gummy bears?” She smirked. This girl knew me well and my love for gummy bears and chocolate dipped snacks.

I just glared at her.

“Fine.” She stood up and got a pack of Haribo from the kitchen cupboard.

“Success for Aira.” I said as she handed me the pack of gummy. I grinned widely at her.

“You’re such a kid!” She laughed.

“You love this kid.” I said.

“Can I talk to –“ Niall was cut off by the abrupt ringing of my phone.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

“Excuse me, I’ll just have to take this.” I excused myself from the group to answer my phone. Great timing, idiot.

“Damn.” I said as soon as I pressed the answer the button.

“Well, damn you too.” -___-

“Uhhh, what do you want?” I asked.

“Are you PMS-ing or something?”

“Straight to the point, idiot.” I hissed.

“You’re frank.” *laughs* “Anyway, I just wanted to hear from my 3rd most favorite girl in the world.”

“Third? That’s a pang in the heart, bro.” I fake sobbed.

“Yep. You’re third sissy. Of course, first will always be mom. Second is Kath.” I swear I could feel Daniel’s eyebrows wriggling. “And, you’re third.” He finished.

“At least I’m a favorite.” I laughed.

“So how is my third favorite female in the world doing?” He asked.

“She’s doing… well.” I said.

“You don’t sound well.”

“I am. Don’t worry.” I assured him.

“Please open the door. I am starting to feel quite nippy.” He gritted.

“What door?”

“The door to the flat, idiot.” Daniel. We have very moody conversations.