Only Love (Completed)

Chapter 20

Kayley's POV

When I woke up again, my shirt was all wrinkled and twisted. That made me upset. So, it was gonna be one of those days... I heard the sound of slow steady breathing next to me. Niall fell back asleep too? I turned and saw him laying there, shirtless (of course), with his arm draped across my waist. He looked so adorable when he slept. He looked like a carefree angel- oh wait. he always looks like that. Ha.

 I shook his shoulder lightly and said, "Hey, Niall, get up."

I honestly have no idea what he was trying to do, but he just flopped his hand in my direction, slapping me in the process. I lightly slapped him back and said, "Jerk."

His eyes opened a bit and groaned. "What do you want?"

"Get up," I repeated. I glanced at my clock and it said it was 1 o'clock.

I started to get up, but Niall grabbed my wrist. "Don't leave me," he whispered.

"I wouldn't have to leave you if you would get up." He sighed and sat up. I closed the door again and hopped into my closet.

"Niall!" I called. "Come help me pick out something to wear!" He walked up to the closet door while rubbing his eyes.

"Wear what you want," he mumbled.

"No! I want you to pick it out! You picked out this outfit!" I gestured to my wrinkled mess of an outfit lying in a heap on the floor.

"Okay..." He walked over to my shirts. He looked at them one by one. He pulled two out and threw them at me. He did the same with my pants/shorts/skirts/dresses rack: pulled out a pair of shorts, and threw them at me. He went over to my shoes. I was really hoping he didn't throw a pair of shoes at me. He bent over and picked up a right shoe. Thank God he didn't throw it at me. Niall took all the stuff out of my hands and laid them out on my bed.

Okay, the boy has style. He pulled out a black and gray checked shirt with a white undershirt, black short-shorts, and one of my gray and black Vans.

I hugged him and said into his ear, "Thank you." He shivered. I guess my breath tickled his neck.

I grabbed the clothes and hopped to the bathroom. Ugh, the stitches. I couldn't get them wet. I just sat down on the floor in the hallway and started rolling toward the kitchen. On the way there, I hit my hand on a door jamb and my ear on another door jamb, but it's cool, it's cool. When I got to the kitchen, I rolled to the cupboard under the sink and grabbed a garbage bag and some duct tape. Mhm. Duct tape. I rolled back to the bathroom and got to work. I took my sock off and slid the trash bag on my leg. It came up past my knee, but I didn't care. I used the duct tape to help it stay in place while I took my shower. Clever, hmm? Yeah, I know. I stripped and got in the shower. I did everything a girl had to do in the shower and stepped out. I dried myself off and dried my trash bag. I put my clothes on and took the bag off. I took a small towel out of the cupboard and wet it. I washed my leg off with it and shaved it. Then I had to lotion. (Yes, I'm pretty sure lotion can be a verb also.) I didn't wanna get chalky!

I stood up, barefoot, and hopped to my room. I grabbed one of those funky socks that look like ballet slippers, to go under shoes that you shouldn't see socks under. I slipped one on and and put my shoe on. I didn't feel like hopping anymore, so I just scooted on my butt out to the living room. I grabbed my crutches and stood up. These didn't hurt my armpits as much as others have. But that's because Niall went all out. They had memory foam on them. I looked around and saw Liam, Grace, Louis, and Eleanor sitting on the couch watching TV. Zayn and Alice were still asleep on the floor. I kneeled down and flicked Zayn's ear.

"Hey, sleepy head. Get up." I did the same to Alice. I got a groan from Zayn and a slap from Alice. Perfect. That's two slaps today. I stood back up to go find Niall. I would be lying if I said I was surprised to find Niall in the kitchen. I'm surprised he lasted so long without food.