I'm flipping and flopping, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. But it's just not happening.
I slowly get out of bed, making sure not to wake Niall, and head downstairs for a glass of milk.
When I finish, I climb back up the stairs and head to our bedroom.
And when I walk through the doorway, I have to cover my mouth to keep my giggles in.
Niall's caressing my pillow. His legs are wrapped around it, like it's me, and his arms are cradling it. His mouth is hung open and laying on the soft object.
I quickly find my cell phone and take a couple pictures.
Then I wake Niall.
He's confused as his eyes open and he realizes what he was doing.
"Was I...?"
I just burst our laughing, and he blushes, pulling me to him, spooning me like he was the pillow.
"Ah," he sighs. "This feels much more comfortable."
"And normal," I giggle.
Niall just tickles me, kissing my neck, and I feel his body heating up in embarrassment.