put a little love on me -niall horan-

chapter v

-Jasmine's POV-

I woke up and immediately realized I wasn't in my own bed. I sat up, confused. The room was organized and clean, and definitely not somewhere I've stayed before. My first thought was that I was at Harry's, but I quickly pushed that away. Definitely not Harry's.

I closed my eyes for a second and thought back. Last night was crazy. I did end up drinking, but it was just some champagne with the boys because they insisted I have a birthday drink. And what happened after was- My eyes widened. I'm at Niall's house right now.

I practically jumped out of bed. Looking down, I saw I was wearing a big white shirt and loose grey sweatpants. Niall's. I grabbed my phone and stepped out of the room.

The sound of soft piano filled the air. I followed it downstairs to a grand piano. Niall was sitting behind it.

He smiled at me as I walked over to him. "Good morning, love,"he said, turning his full attention to me.

I gave him a smile back. "Good morning, Niall."

He scooted over on the bench so I could sit beside him. "Did you sleep okay?"he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't really remember much of what happened yesterday but I slept well,"I said, laughing lightly.

Niall explained,"Well you did have quite a bit of champagne. Almost the whole bottle." He chuckled at my surprised reaction.

"I did?"I mumbled. I don't remember that at all.

"Yeah, you did. It was funny. But one of my friends dropped us off at my house. You said you were coming with me because I promised you I wouldn't leave your side."

I covered my face. "Wow, that's embarrassing."

"It was actually really cute,"Niall grinned.

I shook my head. "You're just saying that to make me feel better about myself."

Niall laughed and said,"No, you were very cute. But yeah, we came here and I gave you some of my clothes. You said you wanted to cuddle, but I thought not-drunk you wouldn't appreciate that, so I talked you into sleeping in the guest room."

My eyes widened as I facepalmed. "I am so sorry about that. Thank you for dealing with me,"I mumbled.

"It's okay,"he chuckled.

I pushed my hair over my shoulder and asked,"Anyways, what're you doing?"

Niall looked shy all of a sudden. "I was working on a song. I got some inspiration last night and wanted to figure it out. I've been trying to write some songs for my second album, and this one struck me this morning,"he explained.

I smiled lightly. "Play it for me."

Niall quickly shook his head, looking down at the keys. "No, it's not that good."

I nudged his shoulder. "Come on, play it. I want to hear."

"I can't,"he mumbled.

"Why not?"

"Because it's about you,"Niall said quickly.

"Oh,"was all I could say.

Niall looked at me. "Yeah, I know it's probably really weird that I write songs about you, but I can't help it. Whenever I see you, inspiration strikes."

"Stop, you're making me blush,"I giggled, looking down.

Niall reached over and tucked some of my hair behind my ear so he could see me better. "So beautiful,"he mumbled.