I woke up the next morning with Niall rolled on top of me. He looks so sweet when he sleeps. His disheveled blond hair. His perfect lips just slightly parted. His arms were completely wrapped around my waist. I ruffled his hair hoping it would wake him up because he was a little heavy.
"Niall.. Niall, baby, wake up.."
He didn't budge.
"Niallllll, you fatty, get uuuuup! You're crushing me.." I exclaimed, gently nudging him from under me. I saw him slowly open his big blue eyes and let out a gentle sigh. He looked up at me and gave me that adorable, sleepy, smile that always makes me melt.
"Morning, Princess..."
I giggled.
"Morning, sleepy head.."
He gave me a yawn and rubbed his eyes, finally rolling off of me onto his side. I got up slowly and gave myself a stretch. As I stretched downward, I heard a hum come from behind me.
"You keep doing that I'm gonna end up having you for breakfast.."
I looked at him and lifted my eye brow.
"I'm on my period, remember?"
He pouted. "I know..."
"So what do you want for breakfast? And don't say me."
"Pancakes, with hash browns and bacon?"
I smiled and gave him a nod.
"Coming right up!"
I slipped on one of his shirts that stopped mid thigh. I walked down stairs and began to make the batter for the pancakes when I felt two arms wrap around my waist from behind. I giggled and looked back seeing Niall giving me a big smile. He rested his head on my shoulder and watched me pour the batter onto the pan.
"Mmm.. That looks yummy.."
I giggled at his sentence, Considering the pancakes were just all goop right now.
I then felt, Niall flip me around and he kissed my lips gently. I, of course, kissed back. He had me in a passionate kiss for a while when I smelled something burning.
"Crap! The pancakes!!"
I quickly turned around to see the pancakes had turned slightly charcoaly. I pouted and took the pan off the stove.
"Its fine. I'm happy just with the bacon and hash browns."
I looked up at Niall and gave him a smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah.. I'm happy as long as I'm next to my beautiful princess."
I gave a huge smile and kissed his lips. I then sat him down and finished his breakfast putting it in front of him. As I watched him eat, I leaned against the kitchen fridge and thought 'How did I get so lucky...'
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The Unluck of the Irish
FanfictionNiall is a typical Irish boybander. He's in One Direction. Has 5 amazing best friends. He's world famous. He has a loving girlfriend where everything seems absolutely perfect. But a streak of bad luck seems to have hit them both. Following the point...