Living With A Payne (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 35: You Know My Heart By Heart

Chapter 35: You Know My Heart By Heart

(Katia’s POV)

It’s been two days since I had last spoken to Gabriel, two days since I had called Bree to tell her what had happened, and exactly two days since I had gotten back with Liam. It was about six in the morning when I felt my eyes flutter open. Immediately I was aware of Liam’s arms around my waist as his face was comfortably nuzzled in the crook of my neck from behind. He and I weren’t sharing rooms but he had stayed with me later than usual while I read a book the previous night. We ended up falling asleep. Slowly, I squirmed out of his grasp and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, only to be pulled back again by two large, warm hands.

“Oh no you don’t.” Liam chuckled sleepily, hugging me again.

“Li!” I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Liam, let go! I’m going to make breakfast!”

Liam only shook his head stubbornly. “It’s too early for anything love.” He spoke with a low, husky voice, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He chuckled again as if he’d felt it.

“But I’m not tired.” I complained.

“Stay with me.” He cooed.

“Someone’s going to have to make breakfast—You could help if you like.” I smiled at him.

He seemed to think about it for a moment, and then shrugged. “Fine.”

“Oh and Bree’s coming over for lunch—She’s bringing her cousin too so dress nice!”

“When do I ever not dress nice?” He smirked at me, watching me as I walked over to the door. I was wearing long baggy trackies and a fitted tank.

“Just dress nice.” I rolled my eyes and padded down to the kitchen.

(Niall’s POV)

It was noon and I had already gotten dressed. I sat on my bed, in the guest room that I shared with Harry. The events of yesterday played in my head. Sierra Rose and I spent the whole afternoon together talking. We didn’t kiss or hold hands or hug. We spoke and it was better than anything I could ever imagine. I listened to her talk about how she loved running and volleyball. I wasn’t into any of those, but the way she described everything made it all seem almost precious. In a few ways, she was a little like Louis and Kenz, being loud and crazy from time to time but for some reason she never made it annoying. Every comment, reaction, joke, and squeal was just right. By the evening, she told me she needed to leave to find her cousin. After that she left and I wasn’t able to get any number. She was, without a doubt, something else.

The door swung open and I looked up seeing Zayn. “Hey mate, Katia’s friends are ‘ere. You comin?”

“Yeah! Gimme a sec!” I grabbed my sneakers and slipped them on. God I was hungry.

I headed downstairs, walking straight into the dining table. Everyone was there. Katia and Liam were beside each other, as well as Lou and Kenz and Grace and Zayn. Between Beside Katia sat two girls. One had messy blonde hair with pixie-like features. I figured she was Bree because I knew exactly who the other girl was.

Sierra looked up at me, trying to hide the fact she was shocked. I smirked at her and took my seat next to Harry on the opposite side.

“Sorry I’m late, what’s for lunch?” I grinned.

“Chicken.” Harry passed me the platters so I could dig in.

Katia cleared her throat. “Oh Niall, this is Bree and her cousin Sierra—”

“We met actually.” Sierra said shyly, giving me a small smile.

“When?” Bree looked at me first, then at her cousin who’s cheeks were a little too pink to be called make-up.

“Yesterday on the beach.” I said happily.

(Sierra’s POV)

Lunch went by quicker than I thought it would. I barely made a sound unless it was to laugh at a joke or a reaction anyone made. Niall and I would occasionally catch each other’s glances and smile, but that was about it. I was nervous and shakey the whole time. It was a little hard to concentrate when the Niall Horan was in front of me, looking the way he did. He was, without a doubt, stunning—Even with his minor imperfections, he was a good-looking lad.

It was two in the afternoon and everyone was surrounding the TV. Bree had gotten along with Harry Styles quite quickly. They both sat on the foot of the couch where Louis and Makenzie sat with Zayn and Liam. Katia and Grace on the other hand shared a big armchair. I had my shoulder leaning on the doorframe that led to the living room. We were watching The Host. It was a good movie, I thought, but it was crazy loud. I could barely hear myself think! Good Lord—

“Hey,” I heard a whisper in my ear. Hot breath met my neck and I turned to look over my shoulder. Niall Horan stood behind me with his hands shoved in the pocket of his jeans. He wore a plain red T-shirt over it with sneakers. His dyed-blonde hair was messily tousled, making him look like he’s just woken up—Nothing about him changed since lunch.

I smiled. “Hellooo.”

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, glancing at the movie.

I shrugged, “Sure.”

Before anything, Niall made a ‘Shh’ gesture when he put his finger up to him thin lips. His mesmerizingly perfect blue eyes caught hold of my brown ones. I felt his hand grip mine gently and he pulled me out to the front door.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked curiously as we made our way to the front lawn. Katia’s aunt had a lot of cash when she had this house done. The front lawn was huge, with a few benches lining the perimeter wall where the black gate was. It was beautiful.

“Why don’t we stay here?” Niall smiled, leading me to one of the wooden benches. As soon as we sat down, he spoke again. “It’s good to see you again.”

I couldn’t help but giggle—of course not in the flirty way. I was flattered, yes but I wasn’t easy. “It’s good seeing you too Niall.”

After that, it was quiet. Niall looked at me a couple times to talk but closed his mouth and looked back at the view we had of the large house. A good ten, awkward minutes passed and Niall faced me again.

“May I take you out sometime?” There was a hint of shyness in his voice.

“Well,” I sighed, smiling, now showing off my silver braces. “That wasn’t too formal at all.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m trying to do this dating thing properly—Like a traditional gentleman.” Niall winked. “And not like a guy from a ‘teeny-bopper boy band’ who doesn’t care about the girl who catches his eye, then eventually gets into drugs.” He finished off folding his arms.

I laughed. “Right, of course not.”

“I don’t hear a yeeeessss.”

“Fine, fine. I would love to go out with you sir.” I put on a fake Irish accent as I tilted my head forward to bow.

It was Niall’s turn to laugh. “That was very good Ms. Rose.”

“Why thank you Mr. Horan.”

And we both laughed. There was something so comfortable about Niall. He had a personality you—I could easily trust.

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