Lovers To Be

Chapter 5

When I turned round, I saw a blondie sitting on the bed, just kind of watching me. His blue eyes were something else. They were the prettiest shade I have ever seen in my life.

"Hello there, my name's Niall. Niall Horan," he says while standing up from the bed. Gosh, he is just so cute.

"Um, my name's uh…," I started to say before I heard a bang from the door.

"Jennifer! Open the door." Harry booms from the hall.

"I'm guessing your name's Jennifer then?" Niall chuckles and it is a mix of the funniest and cutest laughs I have ever heard, which causes me to chuckle too.

"Jennifer? Is there someone with you in there?" Harry asks sounding confused. I finally walk over and let him in.

"You're so-" he gets cut off when he looks behind me towards Niall.

"Niall? What are you doing here mate?" He chuckles as he walks past me to give him a manhug.

"I live here dumbass!" Niall replied. After they chatted about how they've been, they turn back to me and I'm startled by the sudden gain of attention I recieved.

"Uhmmm… hi?" I say uncertainly and they both chuckle in amusement.

"How do you guys know each other?" I decide to ask a better question to replace my embarrasement.

"We were mates in high school, but i guess we just kind of lost touch," Niall answers and Harry nods.

Suddenly, Niall gets a text and says he has to go meet with a friend for breakfast.

"It was nice seeing you again Harry! And I hope to see you around again Jennifer." Then he winks at me making me blush quite a bit.

"I missed that little leprechaun." Harry chuckles after Niall leaves.

"And by the way…" he says right before he grabs me by the waist and tackles me on Niall's bed. I lay undernearh him in a fit of giggles as he tickles me with no mercy.

"Stop! St-op!" I manage to say between giggles and screams. He doesn't listen to my pleas and instead he continues to tickle my stomach.

When he finally stops, he still lies on top of me.

"I am not a hairdresser." He says with a smirk on his lips.

His lips are so close to mine, less than three inches. They are so plump and pink, shaped like a heart. I look up to his beautiful green orbs, then to his curly, chestnut hair that is very long might I add. I realize how attractive he is and it takes all my strength not to smash my lips to his like there's no tomorrow. Instead, I let my eyes trail down his arms at his tattos. The two that catch my attention are the ship and the rose. I find myself trailing over them with my fingers absentmindedly. He doesn't move, but closes his eyes as if he is enjoying it. I look at his face again and he holds a pleasant smirk on his lips.

"I like your tattoos," I say without thinking. I've done that with him quite a bit and I haven't even known him for an hour.

"Thank you. I like your hands." He replies cheekily still smirking and I blush stopping the movement of my fingers on his arm.

Suddenly, his phone vibrates in his pocket, ruining our moment. He pulls it out rolling his eyes. As he reads it, he still makes no effort to move from on top of me. I'm not complaining though, because I make no effort to move from beneath him. We stay where we are as he reads a rather long text message. I wonder who It's from?