chapter twenty-three

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Niall and I managed to stay on our sides of the bed throughout the entire night. He was a bit touchy when we got back from the park, but after his head hit the pillow, he was out.

My alarm went off around eight in the morning, which didn't really please either of us. Niall was hungover and tired, and I was mostly just tired. So I let him stay in the bed meanwhile I did my make up. When I came out from the bathroom after ten minutes, he was asleep again. So – evil as I am – I picked up my pillow and smacked him right in the face with it. And it caused me to be pulled back in bed as he tickled me until I screamed.

Around nine we were down at the hotel restaurant for breakfast and I kept rambling on and on about how excited I was for tonight. Niall just mumbled stuff back.

"So," I started off, picking up a piece of watermelon with my fork. "What are the plans for today?"

"I dunno." He shrugged and rubbed his eye. "You decide."

I rolled my eyes.

"This trip would be a lot funnier if we did something we both wanted." I told him.

"I thought girls liked being in charge."

"Well, it's not that big of a turn-on when guys just say 'you decide', because it makes you look bad... like you don't give a fuck."

"That's because I don't." He mumbled.

"Then why are we here, Niall? Do you even like Panic! At The Disco?" I asked.

"I did this for you." He said, looking up at me. "I wanted to be with you on your birthday, not only see you for a brief second at some party. When we were driving down to Santa Barbara you told me that was your favourite band, so without thinking twice about it; I bought these tickets. It was just a coincidence that it happened to be the day before your birthday."

"So you bought tickets to see a band you barely like?"

"The band is alright." He said. "But the only thing that actually matters is that I like you. I don't think you understand that, or want to understand that. Can't you just be grateful for this?"

"I am." I mumbled. "Thank you."

"There, was that so hard?" He said with a grin. "Now, can I eat my toast? I'm starving."


I've been to LA a few times, but that didn't stop me from acting like a real tourist. We went to see the Hollywood sign, and I took some photos of The Walk Of Fame. Niall even insisted we'd go down to Venice Beach and let's just say the day was amazing.

I also caught myself staring at him from time to time, but I couldn't help myself.

"I'm exhausted!" I complained once we got back to the hotel around four.

"We can take a nap before we have to head downtown again." He suggested, as he sat down on the bed.

"Nap sounds great." I said and fell down on the bed. "Wake me up in an hour." I mumbled into the pillow.

He chuckled a little and then I felt him kissing my shoulder. Niall shuffled upon the bed a bit to make it more comfortable, and when I turned my head to look at him, he was pretending to be asleep. I crawled closer and forced his arm around me as I placed my head on his stomach.

"Can you play with my hair?" I asked.

"Can you play with my dick?" He replied.

"I'm awfully close to it, so if you don't want me to hurt it, you keep your mouth shut and play with my hair."

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