It's been a week since we've had Ty. And he's gotten fatter, bigger, and even more protective. I mean, he is a pitbull.. But still. The little dude would never hurt a fly. Scratch that. He catches flys. He would never mean to hurt anyone.
Nobody knows about him except me and Niall. Oh. And Nitika. She doesnt approve, but promises to keep quiet. There's been about 20 times where he almost got caught because he tries to charge at the person who comes in. We always have to put him in the closet, or even put a pillow over him to muffle his barks.
"Bllaaaahh. Ty, stop." I said when i was woken up by wet tongue on my face.
He sat beside my face and wagged his little puppy tail and i reached up and scratched his head.
I got up and put some food in his bowl, and he jumped off the bed and buried his face in the puppy kibble.
I 'tsk-tsked' and shook my head and looked back at the bed, which a sleeping Niall was in.
He was usually up before me, and me being up before him was weird, so i checked the clock .
6:36 am
I growled at Tyson for waking me up so early and walked over to Niall.
I leaned down and kissed his temple, which he sleep smiled and streched in his sleep. He mumbled something and reached over to where i slept and felt around and i guess didnt feel anything so he whimped and opened his eye a bit.
"A-Ash?" He muttered and looked around.
"Im right here, go back to sleep. Ty woke me up. I have to use the bathroom, and ill be back." I said and smoothed down his hair, which he smiled softly and plopped back on the bed, and within 30 seconds, was back to his peaceful slumber.
I kissed his cheek, which he mumbled something and smiled, and set out.
I didnt have to use the bathroom, i was gonna cook breakfast for the boys. :3
I walked down the hall, and into the upstairs kitchen.
"Hey! What are you doing up?" Someone said, and i jumped, sending the toast i was putting jelly on flying up to the ceiling.
I looked back to see the security guard.
"Oh great. Im cooking. Thank you." I said in a cocky voice.
He hitched up his pants, and glared at me with beady eyes.
"Why would you be cooking, eh? We have a cook, who comes in about 30 minutes." He asked suspiciously.
"The cook doesnt cook nearly enough food for Niall, never less 5 full grown men." I said and he huffed, and nodded and walked away.
I smirked and looked up at the toast on the ceiling.
Oh well. I thought and put jelly on about 20 peices of toast and made 30 pancakes, 40 peices of bacon, and a big pot of grits. I made some chicken for little Zayn because i know he cant eat pork, and got them some orange juice.
I looked back up and deciced i should get the toast down because Simon would be pissed, so i stood up on the counter and reached.
"Hunnhgggg!" I said as i reached.
"What are you doing?" I heard a British accent say.
It was only Liam, because i reconized his voice.
I looked down anyway, and saw a sleepy looking Zayn and a very wide awake Liam.
"Trying to get toast off the ceiling." I said in a matter of fact tone and Zayn squinted.
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One Chance (Niall Horan Fan Fiction) Completed
FanfictionWhen Astrid Smith is forced to go to a One Direction concert by her best friend, who won tickets & backstage passes, she meets Niall Horan. She is appalled by him in everyway, but he goes after her & won't leave her alone. When he finally gets to he...
