Layla's POV:
Sunday morning passed by wayyyy too quickly since I woke up at 1pm because my phone was ringing. I don't even bother to check the caller ID before answering cause I know it's probably my mum.
"Mhm?" I ask yawning. God sleep is really the best thing in the world.
"Um Lay? You did not just wake up, did you?" I recognize that voice way too well and I immediately slap myself.
"Uh hey Niall, um yeah, stayed up all night talking with my mum." I say. It's true. Me and mum sat on the couch and talked until 2am.
"Oh so, you probably can't go out today.." He mumbles.
"Oh no, no! I can. Um 6?" I tell him tucking a strand of my straight hair behind my ear.
"Ah yeah. 6 is good. I'll come pick you up mhm?" He says and I nod for no reason since he can't see me.
"Okay, talk later!" I tell him and hang up.
I lay on my bed going through instagram when I decide to check my what's up messages. I open the app and see that I have one from Lane.
Lane: can you come over for a bit? I need help with something:)
Me: I have plans sry:(
Lane: pleaseeee😔
Me: finee but I have to be back home at 5
Lane: sure thing:)
It's 1.45 pm meaning I have 3 hours maximum to help Lane. I decide to put on a pair of white skinny jeans and a black cropped hoodie on top, since these are the first things I see in my closet. I slip in my Nike Air Force sneakers and put my hair in a ponytail.
I grab my phone and keys and tell my dad where I'm going before I'm out the door.
I wait at the bus station for about 4 minutes and it's a matter of minutes before I'm outside the Styles' house. I walk up the front steps and knock on the door.
A very sleepy looking Lane opens it just after the third knock and I can't hold my laugh. He looks so funny rubbing his eyes with his hands while yawning. He is shirtless and grey sweatpants are hanging from his hips.
"You finally came!" He says and I roll my eyes.
"You know I could have easily declined." I tell him.
"But you didn't." He says looking at me with a sneaky smile.
"Anyway, what do you need help with?" I ask him settling down on the huge grey couch.
"Um Gem went out and Harry is at Louis'." He replies.
"Okay, I didn't ask that though." I tease him.
He rolls his eyes and sits down next to me.
"I wanted to play FIFA but there was no one home so, I texted you." He looks at me with a straight face.
"O- okay, I get it. Funny. Now what do you really want?" I ask him laughing. He really can look so serious sometimes.
"To play FIFA. I told you! Look, I already have it all set up!" He says pointing to the TV screen.
He can't be serious.
"Dude are you for real now? I thought you needed help!" I tell him lightly punching him on the shoulder.
He pretends to be hurt and then starts talking.
"Playing FIFA is really important you know!" He says and I mentally slap myself. Boys can't be that stupid, can they?
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Care For You ↠ n.h.
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