My Sister's Boyfriend {AU Nouis - EDITING}

Chapter 8: A Shoulder To Kiss On

[Louis's POV]

I dig my spoon deeper into the huge tub of chocolate ice cream, and shove it into my mouth, blocking out the cold... That quickly back fires. I put down the tub on the coffee table in front of me, and hold my head, groaning.

"Ow ow ow ow, stupid ice cream! You're supposed to be my friend, damn it!" I yelled at the ice cream tub, knocking it over. I quickly pick the tub up and start cooing, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said, please forgive me."

 

I'm slowly losing my sanity.

I sigh, placing the ice cream and spoon back down on the table and look towards the telly. There's a commercial with a fit lad, whose smile is beautiful with two dimples. My mind immediately thinks of Harry, making me sad and pissed off at the same time.

I was actually beginning to like Harry- Wait, no, I always liked Harry, just Niall sort of got in the way of my usual Harry thoughts. Niall... I haven't seen him since the dinner where I heard him and Harry whispering to each other.

Even though I've been thinking of Harry more and more, I still couldn't make Niall's eyes leave me. They seemed to be everywhere I go. I just wish they were mine to look into, that his lips were mine to kiss, that his hands were mine to hold.

 

Wait, what am I thinking? Not even three hours ago I saw my boyfriend snogging another girl! And I'm here thinking of my sister's boyfriend.

But I can't help it. Thinking about Niall is helping me for some reason... I don't fancy him anymore. I just think he's really, really, really, really fit. No big deal.

A knock on my flat's front door makes me come back to reality. I tighten my bath robe and walk over to my door and don't even bother looking through the peep hole, and open it to find Niall standing outside.

"Erm, hey Louis," he says, smiling.

I open my mouth and say... nothing. I just stand there like an idiot and take all of Niall's beauty in.

He's wearing a dark grey shirt that hes rolled up at the sleeves, with dark., dark grey-black jeans and white converses with his hair styled up into his version of a quiff.

"He's like a love child of Zayn and Harry," I muttered to myself, but loud enough for Niall to hear. He immediately starts laughing and holding his his small waist making me smile to myself. After a few minutes, he calms down but still has that smile on his face, making me feel warm. 

 

You do not like Niall, you do not like Niall, you do like Ni- Damn it!

"So, um. Can I come in or?" he asks, awkwardly.

I nod like a seal and move aside, letting him in my flat. He looks around and sees my huge tub of ice cream, that is now half empty, and looks back at me, I think taking in what I'm wearing. Which is only some boxers and my huge white bathrobe covering me up.