Hey y'alll! Sorry for the reALLY late update. Me and Alex are super busy. ((im in marching band ya nerdy but watever ok) so here is chapter 10. double digitsssss ;) -Britney
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ROSE'S P.O.V.
"Are you feeling sorry for yourself yet, Niall?" I asked him. I had beat him 3 times in a row already.
"Nope."
"Come on."
"One more. I bet I'll win this one." He insisted. I looked over at Harry and sighed.
I reluctantly pressed 'New Game' and we began to play. Niall hand himself hunched over in a gamer position while I layed back on the couch and reapplied my lip balm. I sighed.
"Niall, you're losing." I laughed.
"You haven't even made a-"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!" The TV cheered.
"Oh, whoops." I said. Harry almost spit out his drink as Niall's jaw dropped. "Are you done?"
"............" Niall glared at me. As focused as his eyes were on mine, he had a growing smile on his lips. "I like you."
"I like you, too, Niall." I smiled, as I pressed the off button on my controller. I figured we had played enough Fifa.
"I still have my dignity." He said.
"It's hanging in there." He laughed and I looked over at Harry.
"Sure." He agreed sarcastically as he shook his head. "I'll be back. I've go to go take a wee." Said Niall. He smiled and got up.
Once he was out of sight, Harry whispered. "We need to act more couple-like."
"Why?" I asked.
"Niall isn't buying it." Harry sighed. "I know him, and he's not completely convinced."
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"I'm not sure, but maybe we should leave."
"Sure." I said.
We waited for Niall to come back, and I was a bit sad when we told him we had to leave. He would be by himself for a little while, or at least until Liam got off the phone with Danielle.
Before we left, I thought it would be nice to give Niall a hug, and when I did, I realized Niall Horan was the best hugger in the entire world.
"Bye, Niall." We said, as Harry took my hand.
I willingly took it, and waved goodbye with my other.
We headed up to our room where Harry held the door open for me when I walked in.
"Well, how polite."
"Anything for you, Ms. Rose." He said, in a more formal British accent.
"Thank you." I replied in an accent as well. This made him chuckle. "So what are we going to do?"
"What do you want to do?" He asked.
"I'm not sure." I said.
"Let's just stay inside all day, shall we?" He said. "I don't get to do that very much."
"Sure thing." I smiled. I walked into the bedroom part of the suite and kicked my shoes off. "Don't worry, my feet don't stink." I said, scrunching up my nose, and sticking out my tongue in a playful way.
"Good, but I can't promise mine don't." He grinned, revealing his deep dimples on each side of his cheek.
"That's okay, boyfriend." I teased. "I still love you."
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