"Babe I'm home!" Niall yells. I remain quiet as I lean forward and take another scoop of my ice-cream. "Is that my ice-cream?" He asks standing behind me.
I look at him. "Well it isn't mine."
"Why are you eating it?" He asks.
"Cause your not." I answer likes it's the most obvious thing in the world. He rolls his eyes and grabs a spoon, going in for a scoop. I pull the bowl away and hold it to me chest.
"I never said you could have some."
"It's mine!"
"Not anymore." I take the bowl and walk into the living room. I plop myself onto the couch and continue to eat the melting ice-cream.
"Lou and I were talking about fears earlier." Niall says siting next to me. I glance over, waiting for him to continue. "I was wondering what your scared of." He says.
I smile slightly and turn to him with a serious face. "I suffer from Mephobia."
He looks generally interested and concerned. "What does that mean?"
"It means I have a fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everybody dies."
I laugh at his priceless facial expression. "Your such a smart ass." He mumbles before stealing my ice-cream and making a run for it.
