Just a Kiss?

Panckes?

Hey readers!!! hope ya like it !!! My first story on Wattpad, hope I'm doing well.

 

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Chapter 2

Payton’s POV

I woke up to sunlight hitting my eyelids. I yawned and stretched, hitting something solid with my hand. I look up and see an adorable blonde snoring softly. I smile and try to disentangle myself from his grasp, but he just holds me tighter. He was warm and was holding me, as if I might break. He was the only guy who had held me this way, I blushed. You are one lucky girl, I thought. He pulled me tighter and rolled over on the couch, pinning me beneath him.

“Hey,” I giggled a little, over the panic. “Niall, Hun, wake up.”

“No,” he mumbled into my shoulder.

“Niall,” I whined trying to push him off, only to epically fail. “Come on!”

“Fine,” he muttered and rolled off me only to completely fall off the couch and land on the floor.

“Oh-my-gosh-are-you-okay?” I asked leaning over the side of the couch looking down at him. He was propped on one of his elbows rubbing the back of his head, an adorable pouty look on his face.

“Ow,” he said cracking a slight smile. He sat up and placed his hand on my knee, the hair on the back of his head stood up adorably. “I’m Fine.”

“Are you sure?” I ask him worried as usual.

“Yeah I’m sure,” he said nodding.

“Ok,” I said. He stood up and took my hand.

“Let’s make some breakfast.”

“Bacon?” I asked.

He walked to his fridge behind a marble topped island and opened it. “Yup,” he said plopping the package onto the counter.

“Eggs?” I said leaning on the back of the couch.

“Yup.”

“Pancakes?” I asked perking up.

After a long pause, “Nope.”

“Oh,” I said deflating.

“French toast,” he said pulling out a skillet from under his oven.

I walk over to the counter, “How do you even have clean dishes?” I ask playfully pointing out his huge pile of dirty dishes piled in the sink.

“I do dishes,” he said glaring at me, it would have been pretty scary if he didn’t have a huge grin on his face. “Every so often.” I hopped up on his counter while he started the burner.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked him. No guy had ever been this nice unless they wanted one thing…. And after last night he probably thought I was open to it!! Oh the Eye was bad, the things I had let him do, and the things I had done. You’re an idiot, I thought.

Niall’s POV

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked. Her hands were twisting the hem of the t-shirt I had lent her, (she hadn’t worn the sweats) exposing her creamy white thigh. So innocent so sweet. Her cheeks were flushed, and tears lingered in her eyes. Her golden hair hung down her back some pooling onto the counter and some in her lap.