Angel

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

>>Wrong Picture

I woke up to the sound of the guitar playing near by. I know the song which was playing. It was “I’m yours” by Jason Mraz and somebody was singing to it. Somebody with an angel’s voice. I swear I could drift back to sleep with that voice singing to me. I want to record t. it’s just so perfect. I could listen to it over and over again and not getting bored of it. never.

 But how could a guitar be in my room?? I don’t own one here yet.. Haven’t bought one. Maybe it’s just the radio or the speakers. But I am 100% sure that its not. When I finally opened my eyes, I realized I am not in my room. But where? I turned around and saw someone, his back against me. Oh no! was I rapped? I checked my clothes. And I was still wearing the same dress I was wearing last night. Wait. Last night? OMG!!

“Niall?’

“OH! You’re awake now. Did I wake you up with my guitar? I’m sorry.” With that, he put down his guitar on the floor by the bed where he was sitting and I was laying down. He twisted his body so he could face me and bent down to peck my lips.

“Where am I?”

“Home”

“But this is not my room.”

“You’re in my room.”

“Like… WHAT?!”

“ YOU…ARE..IN…MY..ROOM.”

“What happened? And why am I IN your room?”

“I was supposed to bring you back to your place and maybe spend the night there . When we arrived there, nobody’s home and you were sleeping like a baby. So instead of waking you up so you could unlock the door - coz i hell don't know where the keys are, I took you here in my place. That way I didn't have to disturb your sleep plus I get to spend the night with you.” A smile crept up to his face.

“I did not do anything wrong right? Anything irresponsible?”

“Nope! All you did was hold me tightly that I could not move that much and preventing me change into my PJ’s”

“Opsies! I’m sorry love.”

He lied down the bed and pulled me closer. My head resting on his chest. My arms wrapped around his torso and his around my shoulders. “You also talked about something.”

“I was sleep talking?”

“Yup! You were telling me that you don’t want me to go. That you’ll kill yourself if you ever loose me. You also muttered that I am your life now, your world, your everything. PLUS, you said something about marrying me right away when you wake up.”

“WHAT?!” I sat upright right away. Eyes getting bigger as I was shocked. “I did not say that! I do not talk in my sleep!! NEVER!”

“I’m just joking!! Calm down!!” he sat up and tried calming me down.

“I hate you!” I grabbed a pillow and threw it to him.

“Hey!! That hurts!! Mama and Papa leprechaun will get you!” rubbing the part of his arm that I hit.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

“You want a pillow fight huh?!” he then grabbed a pillow and hit me with it again and again.

I stood up the bed so I could hit him more. He returned all my attacks to him. The pillow fight went on for like an hour before we decided to stop.

We were just lying down the bed, cuddling each other, out of breathe, panting like we were chased by dogs. I twisted my body so I could stare him straight into his eyes.