Set Free // HS ✓

Seventeen.

** One Month Later **

"Niall," I whisper-shout as I gently tap on his exposed shoulder. "Wake up. It's five thirty."

No response.

"Wake up, Niall. Come on." I beg, "You know I don't like having to break into your hotel room like this. Please wake up."

Despite setting his alarm for him, scheduling a wakeup call at the front desk, and calling his phone repeatedly, he hasn't moved an inch. Anytime that he is required to get up one second before eight in the morning, he is a complete nightmare.

"Niall James," I scold like a mother, "wake up!"

"Five minutes," He sleep talks.

"Do we have to go through this every single time? Get out of bed right now."

Niall just rolls over and snuggles into his comforter, without a single care in the world.

"Niall! This isn't cute anymore, wake up!"

"M'not trying to be cute. I'm trying to sleep."

"You're going to be late to your recording session, wake up!"

He begins to lightly snore which triggers all of the rage and frustration that is deep inside of me. Before I realize what I'm doing, I yank off his comforter and throw it across the room.

"Fück off." He tosses a pillow in my direction.

"I'll gladly eff off when you get in the freaking shower."

Niall scoffs at me and repositions his body the best he can to be as comfortable as possible sans blanket.

You have got to be kidding me.

I march to the bathroom looking for a weapon to get this man out of bed. My eyes land on his spray bottle.

Bingo.

"Niall," I try to spare him one more time, but he ignores me.

I grip the bottle and spritz water all over his shirtless back.

"Son of a bïtch!" He sits up and squints at me with murderous eyes.

"Niall, its" I glance at my phone, "five thirty-seven."

"Fuck, I'm late!" Niall scrambles, "Why did you let me sleep so long?"

So help me God...

~~~

Armed with the overpriced gourmet coffee that I purchased for myself as an award for not strangling my boss, I head inside the tour bus to finally get some work done.

To say that I love my new job is an absolute understatement. Sure, Niall is a pain in the neck sometimes, but overall he isn't that bad.

During the first week, pictures of me following around Niall began to surface; which broke the internet (Liam's words.) Thousands of self-proclaimed Niall Girls were on my case. They were demanding to know who I was, and why I was with their idol. The real fun was when my name was released.

Naturally, they Googled me, and the countless articles about Oliver's murder were the only results.

That was a bit uncomfortable. I'd never gotten around to explaining that entire situation... but how on earth do you squeeze that in during a casual conversation?

"Niall, don't forget to meet Lou at four o'clock so she can touch up your blond. Oh, and there was this one time that a drug addict broke into my house and shot my husband. Your dinner reservations are at eight."