Emma Grace Tomlinson

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Emma’s POV

 

I awoke in Niall’s arms, and I rolled over slowly to face him. His head was tilted slightly and his mouth was parted, allowing a trial of drool to fall onto the pillow underneath him.

I slid from his grasp and grabbed my phone. I snapped a picture of the precious moment and uploaded it to Twitter.

‘Payback sucks, doesn’t it sleepy head? @NiallHoranOfficial’

I grabbed my suitcase and dragged it towards the bathroom, where I showered, shaved, and dried.

I put on some yoga pants and a coral V-neck that said ‘PINK’ in yellow letters down the side. 

I dried my hair and pulled it into a high pony tail, letting my natural curls take over my head once again. I dismissed my makeup, suddenly not feeling the need to wear any. After Niall told me everything last night, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt good. I wasn’t mad at Harry anymore, I was even mad at Zayn. I wasn’t even mad at the girls who had started all the hate on Twitter. I just felt good.

Niall was still sleeping when I exited the bathroom, so I took this as a sign to order room service.

I ordered two plates of pancakes, one plate of bacon, one plate of sausage, one plate of biscuits and gravy, one plate of biscuits and chocolate gravy, and one plate of fried eggs.

Oh, and four glasses of chocolate milk.

Niall could drink water.

I waited impatiently for my food to arrive, as I scrolled through the various channels on the TV. Nothing seemed appealing, so I turned it off and moved so I was looking out the window.

The snow was still falling hard, and I had to admit, it was the first snow storm I had ever seen on Thanksgiving.

Yes, it was officially Thanksgiving Day, and I was stuck in a hotel with Niall.

I bet Niall’s mum made better turkey than this hotel.

A knock on the door brought me from my thoughts, and I quickly ran over. I jerked the door open and smiled in delight.

“In here, in here.” I directed, pointing to the small coffee table.

The man just decided to leave the cart because we ran out of places to put the food.

I picked up the plate of sausage and brought it to Niall’s nose, then backed up.

His eyes jerked open and he sat up.

“I freakin love you.” He said, his voice low. He jumped from the bed and grabbed the sausage from my hand.

I nodded slowly. “Okay then….”

I picked up a plate of pancakes, the plate of bacon, and a glass of chocolate milk and moved to the window seat. As I ate I stared at all the snow as it fell from the sky. I watched as it landed on buildings, bushes and trees. It was all so perfect. It looked like it belonged on a postcard.

“Well, now what.” Niall mumbled.

He had finished half of both plates of biscuits, one plate of pancakes, two of my chocolate milks, and the entire plate of sausage.

“We could make a YouTube video.” I suggested.

“Or we could play hide and seek.”

“We could build a snow man?”

Niall’s eyes grew wide and jumped up on the bed.

“Do you wanna build a snow man? Come on let’s go and play!” I laughed and joined in.

“I never see you anymore, come out the door, it’s like you’ve got away!”

“It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by!”

We both collapsed on the bed, laughed erupting from our stomachs.

I looked out the window one last time and I sat up. I scrunched my brow tightly as I looked towards the window.

“What?” Niall asked, obviously seeing my expression.

“Is that a helicopter?”