Faking Love ~Ned Shoran -completed

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Ed~

I woke up with a sore neck. I sighed and got up from the couch.

I remembered last night very well and I rolled my eyes.

~Last Night~

"So.. Niall.. Would you go out with me?" I asked a half smile plastered on my face.

"..."

He didn't say anything. He just stood there. I could practically see the gears moving in his head.

"Niall?" I asked stepping closer.

"I don't know!" He yelled. "Stop acting like you know every little thing about me, stop acting like you know when I'm done thinkin about things! You don't know me, okay? So stop acting like you do!"

"I'm not acting like I know everything about you. I'm just saying I know you've thought about it, a lot. And that should be enough."

Niall shook his head. "Well it's not okay? I know, I kissed you. I made it seem like I was ready again. But I'm not. You have to give things time. In case you don't remember.. You broke my heart. I'm not just gonna trust you completely at the drop of a hat."

He sighed and opened the door. "Get out. You can sleep on the couch."

I walked out of the room and groaned.

"Where are your extra blankets?" I asked the rest of the boys who were sitting on my sleeping area.

"Down the hall. It's the cabinet next to Niall's room." Harry said. "Why?"

"I'm sleeping on the couch." I said opening the cabinet. I grabbed a blanket and walked back over to the boys. "Niall kicked me out of his room."

~This morning~

Niall~

I woke up and threw the blankets off of me. I grabbed a towel from the hall cabinet and picked out some clothes.

I walked inside my bathroom and set the outfit on the counter. I placed the towel on the floor infront of the door of the shower.

I turned the water to hot and stepped in, letting the water burn (in a good way) my skin.

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I stepped out of the shower and dried my body and hair. Once I was all dry I pulled my clothes on. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone. Then I walked out of my room and down the hall. Ed wasn't on the couch but a blanket and a pillow was.

I could smell pancakes and bacon coming from the kitchen, but no one was up but me and Ed. So I'm guessing it was Ed.

I walked into the kitchen and Ed was standing behind the stove with a frying pan with pancake mix and another one with bacon.

His red hair was sticking up in random places and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was humming a song that I don't know the lyrics to but I know the beat.

"Hungry?" I asked leaning on the wall behind me.

He looked at me. "It's morning isn't it?"

I shrugged and sat down on the kitchen table.

I could tell he was annoyed with me but I could care less. I needed to think about some things and if he cared then he would shut up and let me do what I need to.

"So tour is tomorrow yeah?" Ed asked flipping a pancake.

"Yeah, we'll most likely spend the whole day packing. And you should probably go home and get your clothes today instead of tomorrow so we're not up to early." I said scratching my nails on the table. "Has Zayn come home yet?"