What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

"I'll give you another hour but then we really have to get going."

"Two?" Niall bargained.

"Hours?" Paul asked.

"Years, if possible." Niall joked.

"Two hours, then we're going."

"Can I get a three?" Niall said in his announcer voice.

"Two and a half."

"Two and forty five?"

"Two and a half!"

"Fine." Niall frowned and crossed his arms. He pouted for a bit. He seemed to have a plan.

"Fine, three." Paul caved.

"Four?" Niall tried using the puppy dog eyes.

"Don't push it, or it'll go back down to two." Paul held out a finger.

"Three it is! Thank you Paul!" Niall smiled.

"Do you want a towel?" My mum asked Paul after a minute.

"Sure, thank you." Paul shivered.

"Come on into the kitchen."

"I'm getting your house all wet."

"Oh, it's fine." My mum smiled.

Paul followed my mum into the kitchen and she got him a towel and one of my dad's old sweaters to wear.

"Would you like some coffee or anything?" I overheard her ask.

"No, I don't want to make you start a pot for me, water's fine."

"Oh no, I already have a pot started."

"Oh, well in that case, sure." I could hear him smile.

I re-focussed my attention to my new friends.

"Are we ready to play?" I asked.

"Yea!" Zayn said enthusiastically.

I hit play and we continued racing. This round, it was Zayn, Danielle, Eleanor, and I playing.

Zayn was winning. Who knew he was so amazing at Mario Kart? Eleanor was in last place, the poor girl. Louis was cheering her on but it was no use, she was so far behind. She was laughing about it, but she'd fallen off the track at least twenty times.

The next three hours disappeared faster than Niall's breakfast that morning. It honestly felt like Paul had just granted us those three hours and they were already gone. Paul was still in the kitchen talking to my mum. I hoped they were engaged in an in-depth conversation so the boys could stay longer. We didn't ask him just in case he'd lost track of time and thought less time had gone by than what had, therefore leaving us with more time together. We left them alone in the kitchen.

Another hour passed by, Paul was still in the kitchen with my mum and we were still happily playing the Wii. We'd switched to Rock Band, though. That was fun. We had Harry on the drums, Zayn and Louis shared the microphone, Niall played guitar and Liam played bass for the first couple songs. Then, Niall tried getting me to sing.

"I don't want to!" I whined.

"You have to!" He argued.

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"