Niall, My Next Door Neighbor

Chapter 21: Elle Est Ma Princesse, Soyez Gentil

"Dennise." I heard Niall say. "School today." He sounds totally tired and with no energy.

"I don't wanna go there." I giggled. "We should never go there."

"Yes, thank you Chris Brown." Niall jumped on my bed and grabbed a pillow, putting it under his head. 

I thought of more lyrics and got a few in mind. "Hey Niall." 

"Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up." Niall sang.

"Straight-up stole my lyrics."

"Actually, they belong to Christopher Maurice Brown." Niall mocked me.

"What the hell?... I told you that like once..."

"I dunno, I remember the randomest things you tell me." 

"Ok..." I felt sleepy still and my eyes felt heavy. "Um, ten more minutes of sleep?" I suggested.

Niall nodded, still keeping his face in my pillow. "That sounds nice."

Then, the door swung open and a happy looking Harry walked in. "Wake the fuck up, lazy asses." 

"How sweet and considerate, Harry!" I replied sarcastically. I got up and threw a pillow at Niall. "Wake up." I told him.

"I'm taking your offer." Niall said. "Plus I'm already dressed."

"Suit yourself." I went over and looked through my drawers. "Hey Harry, what should I wear today?" I asked. I looked at him and he gave me his 'Are you serious?' face.

"You're asking the wrong person." He motioned at his clothes. He sat on my bed and looked at me.

"But you look hot." I looked back at him and giggled.

"Don't." He got serious.

"I like-"

"Dennise." Harry warned.

"I like your Styles."

Harry groaned and face-palmed. "I seriously hope we aren't in any classes together." Harry put his hands behind him. "Because I" He grabbed a pillow and chucked it at me, hitting me straight in the face. "Am so done with you!"

"You're a jerk." I told him. I grabbed the pillow from the floor and threw it back on the bed. If I threw it back at him, he'd hit me 10x harder, I've learned from experience.

"A hot one apparently." Cocky bastard.

"You know what, I really thought you were hot, honestly." I grabbed my understuff and opened my closet. "You were the only person who stood up for me and that's what made me like you, and your looks added." I looked through the clothes I had, in search for an outfit.

"Maybe I thought you were hot because we look alike. I mean like, I'm pretty hot, obviously." I did a small dance and laughed at how stupid I am.

"Yeah, sure!" That was sarcasm, but I'll take it as a compliment anyways.

I reorganized my drawers and hung clothes in my closet last week, so I wouldn't have to look through 8 drawers for an outfit.

"Now that we're making confessions," Oh, I thought we were done, but apparently not. "I had a crush on you too." That's hard to believe. "When I saw how Bailey treated you, I got so pissed off, you don't even know."