We Are The Same - Niall Horan FanFiction

Chapter 9: Sleep-Walker & Bonding Time

Chapter 9

I  wake up with a stiff neck. I try to sit up and massage it. I pull my feet free from the tangled sheets and hit the laptop on the process. I lean and catch it just in time. I furrow my eyebrows at what just happened. I suddenly feel silly for mentally saying ‘whoa, like a boss’.

 I get out of the bed and walk across the room. I open my door a little to look around. It’s quiet. I decide to get out of my room and go to the kitchen to get something. I bring my phone as a flashlight but the lights are left switched on.

 I pull out a bowl and get the cereal box to pour some on the bowl. My appetite certainly doesn’t know when to eat what. I get the milk and pour it in the bowl. I pull the drawer but there’s no spoons there – only knives and forks. I lift the cloth where the forks and knives are and find a spoon underneath.

 I go to the living room and switch on the TV. I flip to the other channels while eating my cereal. I settle on a late night show since it’s the decent one. Wait. What? Late night show? I look at the massive window behind me and take notice of the dark skies outside. Holy shit, it’s the middle of the night.

 I finish my cereal in less than five minute so I rest my back against the couch and place my feet at the back of the couch so I’m upside down. My neck goes stiff again so I just lie down on the couch the normal way. Without realizing it, my eyelids drop and I fall asleep.

 I have a dream but it’s kind of blur. There’s nothing special about it, really. But I dream about being lifted into someone’s arms That’s all I can remember. I can’t even remember who is it.

 I wake up the next morning and find myself in my bedroom tucked under the covers in my bed. What the –? I throw the sheets to the other side and jump out of my bed. I walk to the kitchen where everybody is. Their hair are pointing to different directions. They’re all wearing PJs except for Harry – who’s only wearing boxers. Someone starts laughing out of nowhere and I look to see that it’s Niall.

 “You look funny when you sleep,” he says, laughing and goes back to eating.

 I give him an odd look.

 “Here,” Harry says and holds out his phone. He’s also chuckling a little bit.

 I take the phone from him and look at the picture – it’s me. I’m in the couch, asleep and holding a spoon. A bowl is on the floor upside-down. I – well, I’m the subject of the photo – am fast asleep on the couch with my leg hanging off the edge of the couch. My arm is on my stomach while the other one is above my head.

I look silly in this picture – no wonder they’re all snickering.                

I look at the boys suspiciously. I don’t know what they actually did to the photo. But it’s possible that they’ve uploaded it online, maybe Twitter. Though even if they did, no one would be interested because no one knows me. They’ll only be interested in it because the boys uploaded it. But if people really did become interested in it, it only means that they know me personally or maybe they’re one of our few fans. Or maybe because they find the picture hilarious.

 I shrug and return the phone to Harry.

 “But how did I get to my bed if I was in the couch?” I ask no one in particular.

  “Maybe you sleep-walked,” Niall suggests to me and takes a bite from his sandwich.

 “I don’t know. That’s just hard to believe. I don’t sleep-walk,” I say. Yep, that’s true. If I’m a sleep-walker, my mum would’ve found out a long time ago and told me. I look at them.  “Are there any proper food here?” I ask.