When you first talked to Niall about how you were starting to get into astrology, he didn't think much of it.
"So it's like... watching the stars and shite?"
"No i-... sure, babe." You sighed, resting your head on his chest, not bothering to try and explain it to him again.
"Oh well, you always make me see stars, baby." He replied, tugging you over his chest and down into the crook of his arm, his face finding shelter in the crook of your neck where he peppered it with kisses.
Your melodic laugh made him forget about anything you just said, he didn't think it was that important anyways.
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"NIALL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
He jumped, grabbing onto the ladder for support from where he stood on one of the higher steps. The white paint can he was holding jostled a bit and splashed onto the floor.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You know better than to jump scare a man on a ladder."
"No, you have to get off, you can't do this today!"
Niall furrowed his brow at your earnest and concerned expression, the intensity in your voice almost making him embark down the ladder, but he knew he had to get this done today, the paint on the bannister had been chipped for months. "Why? What's going on?"
Pink dusted your cheeks as you looked up at him, "Well, I was reading our horoscopes today for fun and mine said "People will be bringing lots of interesting information your way today" and then Conor gave me his art history book, so I figured that it must be true! and then yours said "There is an emphasis on solace and quiet for you today. Don't do anything to put yourself in harms way." and now you just climb this giant ladder with no one to watch you or anything!"
At this point, Conor had strolled into the room, catching the tail end of your interaction. "Honey, I love ya, but it's just a few feet high, I think I'll be fine."
"No! Just do it tomorrow! You're not supposed to do it today!" You retaliated. Conor silently laughed behind you, sticking his tongue out at his best friend and roommate.
"Yeah mate, just do it tomorrow. That's what the stars said!"
Niall looked between his best mate and his girlfriend, both staring at him with the same intent expression, before he sighed and walked the few steps down. You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed tight, "Thank you, love. I really appreciate it."
The sincerity in your voice was enough to melt away any annoyance that had been growing in his chest. "Of course, angel. You better help me out tomorrow though."
"You got a deal!" and with that you started for the kitchen, realizing neither of you had had any tea or coffee yet.
Niall sighed and bent down to put the lid back on the paint, leaving the ladder up and the paintbrush beside it, no point in putting it away if he'll just use it again tomorrow, before he remembered there was someone else in the house who wasn't doing anything. "Oi, Conor, you wanna get this done for me, since I... can't? It is your flat too."
Conor smirked, his mouth jutted out around the chips he was eating.
"Nah man, my horoscope said "There's a creative vibration coming your way, encouraging you to unleash your inner artist." and I'm afraid painting walls isn't the creative stimulation I need today!"
Niall rolled his eyes to the back of his head before he plopped down on the couch beside him, "and watching Netflix all day is, yeah?"
"Yes."
