Boyfriend (narry au)

Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Any person who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl or boy is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves." ~Albert Einstein (edited).

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I woke up on Thursday without anyone waking me up. I opened one eye and peered around my room. The sun was shining, and everything was completely silent except for a few birds chirping outside my window. I took a deep breath and savored the scent of my freshly washed sheets. I stretched my arms above my head and glanced quickly at the clock. It read 12:07 P.M.

I sighed happily. Life was good.

Leisurely, I sauntered off into the bathroom and brushed the disgusting morning taste out of my mouth with liberal amounts of mint toothpaste. Then, I ran my fingers through my hair, so it wasn't a mess anymore. Finally, I washed my face. As I dried off with a towel, I looked in the mirror, and I realized I was smiling and my blue eye were almost shining. I recognized that for the first time in a long time, I was truly and incandescently happy. Sighing I spotted Harry's Jersey on my chair already clean and slipped it on. It no longer smelled like him, but the smell was still good.

Jesus, if Louis could see me now. Niall Horan was happy because of Harry Styles - and not because he had just turned him down. It really was a sign of the apocalypse. I should have sex before I die - that and get some gelato in Italy.

I skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Harry was waiting for me at the kitchen table. I eyed him appreciatively. He had already changed into some tan shorts and, bless my soul, another button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and half the buttons undone. This boy was going to lead to my demise. He put down the newspaper he was reading, ruffled his hair, and smiled at me showing his lovely dimples.

I smiled back instantaneously. I felt an inexplicable attraction to him, like I was a magnet being pulled by all his positive energy. His eyes glazed over me from bottom to top, straying over a few areas for a tad too long, before his gaze reached my eyes.

"Good morning, Niall," he greeted me with a soft voice.

"Morning," I squeaked back at him. Great, he could sound all seductive and irresistible, and I sounded like a squawking parrot.

"Oh, Niall, you're up," I heard my Ma call out.

I jumped a bit. I had been so enthralled by Harry that I never looked to see if anyone else was in the room. Galloping unicorns, that was a weird sentence.

"Oh, hi, Ma," I replied back shakily.

"Hello, dear, have a seat, and I'll get you some lunch," Ma offered as she dried off her hands with a towel.

"What about breakfast?" I asked.

"You slept through breakfast," she told me.

"So?" I argued as I walked up to her at the counter. "Just because I'm a late sleeper doesn't mean I should skip meals. I like to obey all sections of the food triangle."

"And what are those sections again?" Ma taunted.

"Cupcakes, chocolate, and mint chocolate chip ice cream," I replied back cheerfully.

Ma sighed. "What do you want?" she asked in defeat.

"A peanut butter sandwich, please?" I asked sweetly.

"Fine," Ma acquiesced.

I grinned at her. "You're the best Ma ever, Ma," I told her.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered before grabbing some bread from a cabinet behind her. "Go sit down, you spoiled brat."