Sunday October 12, 2014
2:33 am
Nena's POV
"Is Niall up?" I ask Harrry as he strolls into the bedroom with two cups of coffee. He is still in pajamas, sweats and no shirt (so hot) and his long hair is in a giant mess. He shakes his head and hands me my cup, sitting next to me on the bed. "How long is the flight?" He takes a sip of his coffee before answering.
"6 or 7 hours, I'm not really sure. I mean we're flying cross the country."
"True. " I put the coffee cup to my mouth and take a sip, instantly regretting. The coffee is scorching and it burns my whole tongue. "Ouwwwwww!" I start fanning my mouth, with my other hand putting the coffee on the bedside table. Harry starts cracking up as I am dying over here. Once The heat (kind of) subdued, I reach over and smack Harry on the chest. "That isn't funny."
"I'm sorry, what happened?"
"Well, you didn't warn me that the coffee was a billion degrees so when you drank it like it ws nothing I just assumed mine wasn't too hot, and then it just oww." I say in one fast breath, causing Harry to smile. "What?"
"Nothing... you're just cute."
"Okay." I say sarcastically but secretly freaking out inside, he thinks I'm cute! "Should we get up?"
"Uhhhhh. Probably, but I don't want to." He says from the pillow he has buried his face into. I check the time, 2:36.
"Get up and put a shirt on, if you want to get on the plane."
"I bet they'd let me get on it without a shirt."
"Let's not experiment." I get up out of bed and grab my bathroom bag, heading to the bathroom. "And go wake up Naill!" I shout from the bathroom. Harry runs past, still with no shirt. He is like a little kid, I swear. I get my tooth brush and start brushing my teeth. When I'm done, I decide to leave my clothes on from last night, black leggings and a Def Leppard T-shirt. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and wash my face, washing away any of the makeup still on from last night. I grab my bag and walk out into the kitchen/living room, where Harry and Niall are sitting on the bar stools. Harry has a shirt on now, and a white hoodie over his shoulder. Niall is wearing sweats and a shirt that says "Bar B Q" on the front with some little pigs below. Harry turns around and looks at me funny.
"What? Is there something on my face?" I ask, sitting next to him on a stool.
"No, it's just I've never seen you without any makeup." My stomach drops. I didn't even think of that.... Does he think I'm ugly without makeup? I didn't want to put it on, but if this is the case.
"Is it bad?" I ask in a quiet voice.
"No." Niall and Harry say in unison.
"I think you look better without it." Harry says and Niall nods his head in agreement.
"Thanks." I say, half not believing what they said.
Suddenly, Louis and Kasey bust in the door, followed closely by Liam and Zayn bringing up the rear. Everyone gathers in the kitchen area and Kasey sits by my with a sly smile on her face. I look at her wide eyed, asking silently if they did you know what. She looks away quickly, the corners of her mouth curling slightly more.
"So Louis," Zayn begins. "What did your night consist of?"
"Was it SMASHing?" Harry adds on.
"Did it end with a BANG?" Liam says. All of us are trying to hold in a laugh.
"Kasey, is he any good?" Niall asks and suddenly all eyes are on her.
"He's okay." She says with a smile as the boys break out in a loud 'Ohhhhhhhh!' and Zayn screaming 'feel the burn bro!'.
