What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

"Absolutely, dig in!" My mum said with a smile.

Niall grabbed four pieces of the deluxe pizza and sat down at the table.

"This isn't gonna be enough room for everyone, mum." I said.

"Oh, you don't have to sit at the table. It's a special occasion!" She nudged my arm (that was my line. I always said that.) "Eat wherever you want!"

I chose two slices with cheese and green olives and took Niall's hand in mine.

"Come with me." I said with a smile.

He smiled back and got up. I led him to my room where we sat and ate our pizza.

"So this is your bedroom." Niall said, his mouth full of food.

"This is my room." I smiled.

Niall evaluated all my posters.

"Cool." He got up.

"Is this yours?" He asked, pointing at my electric guitar.

"No, it's my cat's. I just keep it in here for her."

He smiled.

"May I?" He asked.

"Not with your greasy pizza hands."

His face fell.

"Finish eating, then you can." I smiled.

He smiled back and continued his survey of my room. He laughed at every picture of him. When I asked him why, he told me he always laughed at himself, even if it was a nice picture.

We stayed in my room for at least an hour, just playing my guitars and singing, and bonding. I was worried Paul would come in and tell us they had to leave. It was beautiful. Niall was playing my red electric guitar, I was playing my pink acoustic, and we just sang. We sang One Direction, we sang Ed Sheeran, the Script, the Fray, the Beatles, Justin Bieber, everything. Niall was singing songs I'd never heard before and I was just guessing the chords as we played along. Most songs, I sang the melody and he sang the harmony (mainly because I didn't know any harmonies) but the odd tune we switched. I was having so much fun, until Niall's phone went off.

"Harry says we gotta go out to the livingroom." He said, reading the text.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Some Rock Band battle or something. He says we can't miss it."

"Awwe but I was having fun!" I complained.

"So was I." He leaned over and kissed me.

I smiled.

"You know what would be more fun?" He said.

"I'm listening." I smiled.

He looked at my bed.

"What." I looked at what he saw then back at him.

"You know."

"Niall, haven't we already screwed up in that department?"

"Oh, but it'd be so much fun! Don't tell me you didn't have fun last night."

"I had fun, that's not the issue."

"Then what is the issue?" He swung my guitar onto his back and pushed me down onto my bed.

I giggled. I couldn't resist him.

"No issue." I kissed him.

"Niall! Ayley!" We heard Harry call from the livingroom. "Come on! It's starting!"