You Are My Sunshine ↠ Niall Horan

[20] - Niall

N I A L L

Slipping into Shannon's house out of the cold I gently rub our hands together for warmth, it's also an excuse to hold her hands.

"Hey, do you wanna take some cookies up to your family? I made them this morning. It's the least I could do for intruding on time with you family."

"Shan, you didn't intrude, my family loves you."

She sighs and places her coat on the rack behind her, "Mind if I stay for a while?" I ask.

"Course not, I actually have an idea."

"Ooh, that's a first." I tease making her nudge my chest, although she was aiming for my shoulder but because of the height difference, she can't even reach my shoulder with her elbow.

"Wanna build a sheet fort?" She questions.

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I stare at Shannon as she twiddles her fingers in between the sheets around us.

It's quite an extraordinary sheet fort if I do say so myself. We went through quite a few arguments to get here but we made it.

"Shannon." I whisper to her.

She hums in response keeping her eyes steady on the sheets.

"Talk to me."

She looks at me, finally, in confusion. "What do you mean?" I turn so I'm on my side to look her in the eye, copying my actions I answer the question.

"Just say something to me."

She laughs a bit, "Okay, Niall, how are you?" She whispers.

"Pretty good."

"Are you comfortable?"

Looking down at the mattress beneath me I nod and shuffle in my spot a little bit. "Mhm, I'm pretty good." Shannon smiles and I smirk at the sight.

"What?" She questions.

"Nothing, I just love it when you smile."

She giggles a bit more, "I love it when you make me smile."

"Hm, I love it when you think you're smart." I retort.

Scoffing she rolls her eyes, "I don't think I'm smart, I know I'm smart." Scoffing she playfully slaps my closest hand, before she can remove it I entwine our fingers. Smooth Niall.

Her smile widens, "Shan?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"You haven't talked in French for a while." Her eyebrows raise and she shuffles over a few centimetres away from me.

"Is this you asking me to?" Shannon asks while I twirl my fingers in her waves, occasionally getting caught in knots.

"Yes, c'mon tell me something in French, I bet your better than my third grade teacher."

"Okay..." She giggles, "Well... uh, tu as des beaux yeux."

My lips part at her - seemingly - perfect accent, and I blink a couple of times at her, my baffled expression making her laugh again. "Okay," I say slowly, "What does that mean?"

"It means..." She trails off, smiling wider and biting her lower lip, "It means you have nice eyes."

I grin wider at the translation, "Why thank you."

"What about you? Speak any languages?" She turns so her head is facing towards my stomach and I feel my boxer briefs tighten under the pillow her head is on - oh.