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(1 week later)
Being with Niall was great.
It was something I couldn't quite describe.
He made me feel so safe and comfortable yet everytime he looked at me butterflies took flight.
No it was more than that.
They ate my guts.
I highly doubt anyone had ever thought about butterflies eating there stomach, but I was always one to think out of the box.
I was arupted from my thoughts as Niall sat beside me.
"Hey Lottie." He says sweetly.
Once again the feeling those goddamn butterflies.
"Want to watch a movie?" He asks, I nod. "Such as?"
"Mama!" He suggests with a devious smile.
And the memories flood back.
The night when Harry and I had watched it and he'd tackled me to the ground and started to tickle me.
His eyes were so bright then.
He never got mad, never.
"Lottieeeee." Niall says.
I feel a giggle explode, drawing me away from those memories.
"Anything at all, just not mama." I say, "Why?" He asks quietly.
"Just because." I reply.
"Okay, what about The Conjouring?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"How about no scary movies?"
He reluctantly puts hit bottom lip out, "Pwease?" He begs.
I bite my tongue holding back the smile that was sneaking onto my lips.
Keep a straight face.
Charlotte.
You can do this.
"Pwetty pwease."
Arghh.
I cross my arms, "Fine."
He smiles and plants a subtle kiss on my cheek.
I felt that oh so familiar blush rushing over my cheeks.
He'd never kissed me- even if it was only on my cheek.
I watch as he sets the disc to The Conjouring into the DVD player and comes back plopping beside me on the couch.
"Your gonna want to sleep with me tonight guaranteed." He says, shooting a cocky smile at me.
"Is that the only reason you wanted to watch this then?" I ask, with a smirk.
He aims another smile at me, and I certainly can't miss it.
"You perv." I shoot at him, with a disgusted look- which slowly forms into a smile.
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Midway through the movie I feel myself getting extremely scared.
And I know a scary part is coming, I can just feel it.
I look down trying to avoid getting scared, but as I look up I'm met by a horrifying image.
"God damn!" I say- well, yell. As I nuzzle my head into Niall's chest.
He laughs loudly and quickly laces his arm around me.
"Shut up you dick." I say burried in his chest.
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I feel myself getting tired very quickly, and decide to speak up.
"Niall, I think I'm going to hit the hay." I say, moving from the spot on Niall's chest.
"Just sleep here tonight." He says, grasping my wrist.
I don't even resist, and lay down beside him.
He grabs the remote and turns the TV off.
..
The darkness overwhelms the room quickly.
His arms wrap around my waist, surprising me acutally.
What do I do?
This position was awkward.
With that, I slowly rest my head in the space between his neck and shoulder.
"Goodnight Lottie." He whispers in a deep voice that sends tingles down my spine.
"What, no goodnight?" He asks against my ear.
"Night Niall." I reply with a laugh.
It just felt so right.
Being here with him, in his arms.
Skin against skin.
But something was missing.
And I wasn't quite sure what.