Forever Mine

chapter 9

I woke up the next morning with Emily snoring in my face. I quickly got up and fixed the the blankets that had fallen on the ground back to over her body.

As I walked down the stairs, I got to the last one and slipped, falling on my butt.

"You do that often don't you," Niall sarcastically smiles as he helps me off of the ground.

"Shut up I'm not that coordinated,"

He looked at me and started to laugh. Niall looked so genuine like that. He was truly laughing. A laugh I've never heard from him.

We both walked to the kitchen together and he slammed onto the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. And I started to make them all pancakes and eggs.

"So, um. Your friend, aye," he said looking at me with a wink. I walked towards him and waved the spatula in his face. "Hey, buddy. You watch yourself,"

I was beginning to chuckle when Niall grabbed the tip of the spatula and pulled it towards him spinning me around. Causing me to sit on his lap. The room automatically became silent as I could feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck. I felt his hand begin to trail down my leg and I stood up as quickly as possible. "The pancakes are burning!"

As I got up I began to thank the pancakes for overcooking.

I could feel him watching me as my back is turned to him while I cook.

And in through the front door comes the laughing and yelling. I immediately figure it's that beautiful, sarcastic boy.

Of course I was right but he comes bombarding in with Zayn. The one boy in the band without so many tattoos. He practically skipped over to me and shook my hand "Hi, I'm Zayn. You must be Caia, wow, nice to meet you. Smells good," and before I had a chance to reply he has his arm around Nialls neck pretending to choke him out.

Harry walks in right behind him, "oh hey look, she's making breakfast for me. How nice," he walks over to me and inhales the scent of cooking batter.

I turned around to glance up at his towering height, which is well over 6 inches taller than me, and accidentally made eye contact.

He looked into my eyes and I saw someone different. He became kind. I could feel the warmth inside of him. The warmth I knew he wouldn't show anyone, even if he had the chance.

I felt something. Between me and Harry but of course I was going to ignore it. Especially if he continued to be disrespectful towards me. "Well, I hope it tastes better than it smells," I rolled my eyes at him and put the spatula down. "You do it then Mr. Perfect,"

He and Niall got off the couch at the same time. Niall quickly got to me before Harry. My back was turned from both of them, looking into the refrigerator, and I could feel Niall's breath on my neck once again today. He began to whisper in my ear as his hands sit on my waist, "yours would be better anyway."

I let out a sarcastic "mmmmhm" and began to walk away up the stairs. When I turned around to glance back at the boys, Harry was glaring at Nialls turned back with his fists clenched tightly.

Well this oughta be an interesting couple of weeks.