How it started™ | Ashton Irwin Fanfic

Chapter 17

I drove to Walmart and picked up some chips and dip and a packet of spaghetti that I could cook for Niall. I payed for the things and drove to the apartment.

Every time the boys were in New York, they would stay in the same apartment near fifth avenue. It was busy, but they liked it. It didn't help that a few fans were always scattered around the place outside but they didn't seem to mind.

I parked my car behind the block and walked around to the front of the apartment block. Some teenage girls were sitting on the sidewalk, probably waiting for Zayn and Harry to come back from Josh's. I shuffled into the building and greeted the doorman. as I was here quite a bit, he knew me by name.

"Ms. Mendes, here to see Niall, I suppose?" He bellowed, opening the door for me.

"Yep! I brought him some food." I giggled.

"As always! I'll let you up to their floor then," He chuckled. He brought me over to the lift and sliced a keycard into a slit in the wall.

"I'll see you, Charles!" I smiled as the doors opened. The elevator brought me up to floor 56, the penthouse, and the doors opened onto 1D's apartment. Niall was asleep on the L couch and Liam was beside him flicking through channels on the TV.

"Hi Li!" I yelled as I put the Walmart bag on the counter. Liam jumped out of the sofa.

"Oh, Jesus! Cliff, you scared me!" He walked over to me and we hugged. He was warm and he smelled of freshly cut grass. He kissed my forehead before letting go.

"How have you been?" I asked, sitting on a stool by the counter.

"Very well. Niall; not so much." He pointed to a passed out Niall slowly falling off the couch. Liam bound over to him and fixed him back onto the couch properly. Niall shivered.

"And how have you been? Niall tells me you have a boyfriend!" Liam smirked.

"Well, yeah... I do actually. Hes very sweet." I grinned.

"That's lovely. I'll have to meet him sometime." Liam nodded.

"I think Louis said he's coming on tour with you... You have plenty of time." I laughed. I sat down beside Niall gently. I ran my fingers through his blonde, lush hair. He nuzzled into my lap. After a few minutes he opened his eyes. They sparkled.

"Hi." He smiled, blushing.

"Hey Nialler." I grinned, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"Don't kiss me. I'm diseased." He laughed and pretended to fake sneeze. It was followed by a real sneeze.

"Bless you." I giggled.

"Thanks. Did you bring food?" He babbled.

"Yes. I brought pasta and chips and dip." I rose from the couch and walked over to the counter. Niall followed. Liam was texting on his phone. "Sorry, crisps." I giggled, translating my American to their vernacular.

"Yummy." Niall squealed. Liam switched his phone off and joined us at the table. I opened the salsa dip and Niall popped the chip bag open. He started eating immediately.

"Li, who you texting?" I asked, putting a chip in my mouth.

"Harry. I think he drunk. Here, I received this text." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and cleared his throat. "Uh huh, where is Molly? My cat Molly is gone. Help me find Molly."

"At least he knows his cat's name. But he shouldn't be drinking. He's only 18." I shrugged.

"I know. I'm just a little worried about him, whenever he's drunk in New York he ends up doing something awful." Liam whispered.