The Bachelor [Niall Horan]

10

The next morning, we woke up and made our way downstairs for breakfast and a date card.

I could not stop yawning throughout my cereal, and it was driving Blair crazy.

"Yawn one more time, I dare you." She said, pointing a spoon at me as a threat.

I faked a yawn and she pretended to reach across the table to whack me with her spoon.

"Break it up. We need to go in to set up." Kirsten joked.

"Great, now you can yawn on national television." She said and we both laughed.

Chris walked in with the card, and handed it to me.

"Blair, Time to play dirty. Niall." I read, and wiggled my eyes at my best friend in the house.

We finished filming and I linked arms with Blair.

"What does that mean?" She asked, looking at the cards.

"I wouldn't dress in your nicest clothes." I joked, walking toward the stairs.

"Blair!" Chris called, jogging over to us.

"Niall wants you to wear clothes you can run around in. And clothes that you're okay with getting dirty." He said.

"Told ya." I smiled and Chris laughed.

We got to our room and she started looking through her clothes.

"I don't have anything!" She cried falling back onto her bed.

"Top drawer. Choose anything." I pointed at my dresser.

She grabbed cropped spandex pants and a plain teal work-out tank top.

"I'm lucky my roommate is a workout-aholic." She laughed, going to change.

"I'm gonna die from boredom." I cried dramatically.

"Too bad there isn't a Patriots game on." She said sarcastically.

Okay, she's right. There is and I will watch it. But I will still be alone!

"You'll be fine." She said, walking out of the bathroom and pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Blair!" Niall called up the stairs.

"Okay. I'm going. I'll see you later." She said.

"KISS HIM FOR ME!" I yelled after her at the top of my lungs, and heard Niall laughing.

After laying on my bed for about three minutes. I changed into my bikini and made my way to the pool where I continued to read a book I brought with me until the Patriots game.

It was the middle of the second quarter when Niall and Blair walked into the room.

"Oh hey there!" I cooed at them.

I was sitting on the sofa watching the Patriots game in sweatpants, looking glamorous as I usually do.

On the plus side, its almost better than sweaty workout clothes.

"Scootch." Niall ordered, sitting down next to me.

"How was the date?" I asked, and they both shrugged without taking their eyes off the television.

I grabbed the clicker and shut the game off.

"Ahh! What the?" Niall cried.

"How was the date?" I repeated, ennunciating my words.

Children, the both of them.

"Good." Niall said, grabbing the clicker from my hands.

"What did you do." I asked, reaching over to take the clicker back.