Simmons (A Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter #8

"Hey Ma, the lads are going to stay over. We have some things to take care of. Is that okay?" Niall screamed up the stairs.

"Sure babe, as long as you're okay with me hanging out with my old friend Lisha all night. You member her right? She used to love you." Maura replied back walking down the stairs. Niall's jaw tensed and his knuckles turned white.

"All night? What if you get hurt? Do you have your phone? Your keys? Do you have a designated driver?" Maura placed her finger on his lips.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm the designated driver. If you can have a little fun tonight I think I can too. Is Rose staying as well? You all can invite whoever you'd like. Just no sex." Maura stopped abruptly, a little giggle bubbled to the top of my throat as I struggled to keep it down. Niall deeply sighed and he cheeks turned a dark red, he's so cute when he does that.

"Rose can stay if she'd like, sure. And no Ma, we won't be having any sex. And if we do, condoms. No worries, Ma. I put my number on speed dial number 1, just give me a ring if you get in trouble." He stopped to wrap his mom in a hug. "I love you, Ma. Please be safe."

"Course doll, you betcha. I'll be back at around one, if I'm not back by two you can start freaking out. There's snacks in the fridge, I love you too, babe." She kissed him on he forehead and shuffled out the door and into her own car. Slowly climbing in.
Niall's eyes drooped, probably imagining the worst of things. I gracefully stood up from my previous position on the couch and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"It's okay, she'll be fine. We're here to keep you occupied. Right lads?" I hollered to the boys in the next room. A couple of, yeahs, replied in return.

"I know, I just worry some times. She tries to do more than she can handle. And she doesn't understand what kind of trouble she can get into."

"It'll be fine. Hey, cheer up, were here we've got movies to watch, popcorn to eat, and games that need to be held. There is a life that needs to live in that living room right now and you're sitting here whining." I stopped. His eyes opened wider and his mouth dropped a little, "Well, what're you waiting for Horan. Get in there and live" He swallowed and shuffled into the living room. I complimented myself and followed him in there, sitting down on the couch next to him.

"No our next album needs to be called Morning. Get it? Cause it's the morning after. It just makes sense, I think." Liam stated once I walled in.

"No lads c'mon it needs to be called Rollercoaster. What's a better album name than that." Zayn piped in with his accent think voice.

"That's terrible, it should be called Morning. How does a rollercoaster fit into this."

"Hey fellas, what if you just called it Four. I mean for God's sake it is your fourth album. What makes more sense than that." I complained. Niall studied my words and nodded along.

"Yeah, guys, were not goin' to get much bettah than that. And c'mon we've been working everyday for tha past two weeks. We need a break night. Rose, wanna stay?" Niall came in. I nodded and jumped up to call my mom. I tip-toed into the kitchen and plugged my other ear, trying to drown out the arguing boys. A couple of rings later and I was ear to ear with my mother.

"Hello Rose? What's up."

"Hey M-M-Mom, the boys all want me to stay over and help them with their s-s-songs, then I'm going to invite a couple of friends over. Is that okay with you and D-D-D-Dad?"

A strong silence filled the air, followed by mumbles of my father and mother's voices.

"Are you safe there? Do you have anyone pressuring you? Is that Noah guy trying to talk you into sex? Cough twice if so." I moaned and hopped onto the counter.