Tessa's POV
That night with Harry was eventful. Or, at least, what I remember of it. Turns out, the only reason that he flipped across the room was because he was so famous. He didn't want to be charged with a lawsuit of rape and have it blow into such a massive scandal, it had happened before.
He was sweet afterwards though. We both had gotten dressed and then walked downstairs, hand-in-hand. The only thing I can't get my head around is: Niall, who was floating around between women all night, ranging from Gemma to Katy Perry, glared daggers at me when he saw Harry and I descend the stairs. Maybe it was at Harry, but still, why would he have done that?
Everything was back to normal later when Niall and I crashed on the couches. Harry had wagged his fingers at us as he made up the sofas.
"Now don't you dare go doing the dirty on these couches. They're nice. At least do it on the floor. Or the coffee table, if you must." He joked.
I was speechless, whilst Niall sputtered. "I-we weren't-not like-oh my god!" He gave up as Harry snickered at our vulnerability and left.
After a while of tossing and turning, I gave up. "Niall," I whisper-shouted across the room.
"Mmnph," he grunted back.
"Are you awake?" I heard a sigh and then movement.
"Now I am. Why?"
"I can't sleep."
" 'S wrong?" You could hear the concern in his voice; it was sweet.
"I don't know."
"Well, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know."
He laughed. "Gotta give me some-in to work with 'ere." I heard jostling from his couch and the next thing I knew, I felt a hand moving my ankles up and Niall slipping underneath them. I sat up more as he slipped under the covers and tangled our legs together. "Let's just talk, 'eh?" He whispered softly now that we were closer. "So who did you like meeting the best?"
"I met Miley Fucking Cyrus. She acknowledged my existence. She knows that I breathe. It's exhilarating!"I let out a deep breath.
Niall let out a guttering laugh, and we shushed each other. There were other people sleeping in this house, mind us.
"So no new sexy lads, then?" He rubbed his foot on my calf suggestively. "Other than me, a course." He added.
I giggled. "the fact that you think I think that proves you ego is already too big. But, yeah, I kinda had Harry by my side for most of the time."
"So, you and Harry, huh?" He asked in more of a forced tone. Maybe he felt awkward. We had only been "best friends" for, like, two weeks. If even that.
"I'm not really sure, exactly. He's hot and all, but I don't really know him. I doubt is though. Even though it'd be nice, I haven't had a boyfriend in years, he's just so much bigger than me. Little too big for my small-town girl tastes."
Niall snickered, "That's what she said."I slapped his knee playfully. I couldn't really see him well in the dark, but I could definitely see his eyes. They never moved from me.
"Niall, why do you hang out with me so much?" I asked. I turned the atmosphere into a serious mood.
"Tessa, why're you so insecure? 'S like the third time you've asked me this. I like hanging out with you. 'Er pretty smart, funny, and you don't try to get with me like most girls." Oh, Niall, if only I could. Wait, what? "You're just one of the guys, but a girl." I only nodded, still freaked out over my thoughts. "Don't nod; you always do that. I need words."
"O-okay, sorry for asking."
Niall shook his head. "No, no, no, Tess. I didn't mean that-like, 'M not upset with you for asking. You just-yer so insecure around me. Like, when we're alone. I dunno why-maybe you feel comfortable enough or ya just dunno what yer doing. I just want to make ya feel better."
My eyebrows furrowed. "What?" I gasped.
"I dunno what 'M saying." He looked so defeated.
"Aw, Ni, you care." I raised my tone at the end, lightening the conversation. He smiled but tried to hide it.
"Shuddup." Niall muttered.
"Come hither, ya big softie." I opened my arms, and he tackled me. I squeaked. He found a position he liked, which was more or less him laying half on top of me. He nuzzled his nose into my neck.
"You smell like strawberries."
"Thanks, I guess."
" 'S good." He laid there, inhaling my strawberry body wash, which was weird.
"Niall?"
"Mm?"
"Why are you sniffing me?" I questioned awkwardly.
"I told ya, you smell good." He continued on smelling me. Well, I knew what body wash I was buying from then on.
His breath started tickling me. "Niall, stop. It tickles!"
"Oh, really?" You could hear what he was about to do in his voice.
"Niall, don't you-eek!"
He licked my cheek.
Niall licked my cheeked.
Niall James Horan licked my cheek.
"You did not. You did not just lick my neck." He smiled and I could see how smug he was.
"I did. What're you gonna do about it?"
"This." I smacked his arm, not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to make it sting for a little bit.
"Oi! That hurt!"
"Shh! Ni, people are sleeping!"
He brushed it off. "They're all drunk and passed out for the night."
"Well, we should be, too."
He raised his eyebrows. "Fine, then." He moved back to the position we had been in beforehand where he was laying mostly on top of me. He was like a teddy bear; warm and cuddly.
I decided to push away other thoughts until I was alone and had time to deal with them. Focusing on Niall's even breathing, since he had fallen asleep almost instantly, I let myself drift off to sleep.
***
"I knew it! You guys did the dirty on my couch!" I was startled awake by a shout. I blearily opened my eyes to see-nothing. Something blonde and fuzzy was in front of my face, blocking my sight and tickling my nose. I sneezed.
Niall turned his head and bonked my nose, which hurt. "Crap, sorry Tessa. DIdn't know you were awake." Niall apologized.
He was still lying half on top of me like last night.
I was lucky; generally, I could remeber what happened the night before, even when I got shit-faced wasted. I also remembered Niall's and I's late night conversation. Niall was always so nice to me.
"So you guys aren't even going to apologize for my couch?" Harry asked with some sass.
"Calm down, mate. We didn't even do anything. She still has all her clothes on. see?" He lifted himself off me-to over me, shit, that was hot- to show Harry that I indeed did still have all my clothes still on. But then I noticed that Niall was only in black, tight, sinful boxers. He looked really good the way he had his hands on either sides of my head, holding himself up. I could just tilt my head up a few inches and our lips would brush against each other's. It was so tempting. But before I could give into that desire, he had gotten all the way up and went to the other sofa to get his jeans. After pulling them up only to where they lowly were slung off his hips, he took a seat. Harry following shortly behind. I realized Harry was shirtless, too. Then I noticed a large butterfly tattooed across his abdomen.
"Harry?"I asked.
"Hmm?"
"Why is there a butterfly on your stomach?" Niall burst out laughing and Harry rolled his eyes.
"First of all, it isn't a butterfly, it's a moth." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Whatever, Butterfly Boy." I nick-named him.
Niall bro-punched Harry's arm. "C'mon, Haz, stick up for yourself."
Harry just smiled and rubbed his fingers along his brow.
"Okay, enough beating up on Harry, as much as I love to do it, I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?" Gemma waltzed into the room. Trailing behind her was a little boy-no more than three or four, who had large glasses and was the spitting image of Harry. The same green eyes, curly hair, and deep dimples.
"Hey, little guy!" Harry's face brightened considerably when he laid his eyes on the little boy. "C'mere!" Harry held his hands out and the little boy ran to him, a smile breaking over his adolescent features. Harry picked him up and spun him around in circles.
"Harry! Put me down!" The little boy squealed. Harry put him down and sat back down.
"Hey, Edward." Niall held his hand out for a high five.
"Hiya, Niall." He bashfully gave Niall the high five then turned back to Harry.
"Edward, there's someone I want you to meet." Harry turned him towards me. " This is Tessa, a friend of mine."
Edward got very shy and turned his head towards me. Gone was the giggling boy who was flying through the air. I decided to take the lead.
I got off the couch and went on my knees in front of him. "Hi, Edward. Pleasure to meet you." I stuck out for my hand for him to shake.
"Nice to meet you, too." He mumbled whilst he shook my hand. After he finished, Edward went back to Harry and I went back to the couch.
"So what do you wanna do for breakfast, kiddo?" Harry wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him in tight.
"Uncle Harry! I can't breathe!" Harry laughed and let him go.
"So how 'bout it? Whad'ya want?"
Edward scratched his chin. "Can I have...pancakes?!" His eyes widened with excitement.
Harry twirled a finger through his curls. "Well, my kitchen is a bit messy, so how about I take you to one of the little diners? The one that makes the pancakes just the way you like 'em?"
"Yeah!" Edward rushed out of the room.
"You're so paying, Harry, and taking care of the whole cycle of sugar rush that he's gonna get." Gemma told him as she followed Edward out of the room.
Harry turned to us. "Do you both want to come with us?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Seems like more of a family thing really."
Niall agreed. "Yeah, besides, I need to get home anyway."
Harry nodded. "You guys can take my truck, and I'll pick it up later. But if there is one single scratch on it, I will murder you. Or sue you for a million dollars." He said, deathly serious.
Niall gulped noticeably whilst I stayed silent.
Since the point had been taken, Harry clasped his hands together. "Okay, it's half ten. We'll be leaving to get Edward's breakfast at eleven. Just make sure you're out by then." He stood up and walked over to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Later, love."
I stood up from my sitting position on the couch and Niall did the same. "Ya ready?" Niall asked.
"Um, yeah, just let me find my shoes." I looked around for them but remembered I had put them in the coat closet with my bag and phone. Niall followed me, grabbing his as well.
I couldn't help but notice how adorable his hair looked, having not been brushed at all. It was so fluffy. Niall grabbed a set of keys, how he knew which one was which I know not,. He turned around, catching me staring, and smirked. "Let's go."
***
"Niall, face it, we're lost." I sighed, exasperated. We had been driving for and hour when it was only supposed to take fifteen minutes. Not to mention, that we had hit every single red light from the minute we left Harry's house.
"Nuh-uh, we're just taking the long way home. I told ya." He replied, calmly.
"Ni, I think this way is longer than my plane ride here." He gave me a confused look. "I came from New York, then stopped at Heathrow Airport, and then came here." I explained.
"Oh, I figured you just came from the UK, accent and all." We stopped at a stop sign in the middle of nowhere. "Kiss me."
"What?" I turned to face him.
"You heard me." He locked his eyes on me, his light blue colour contrasting with my darker blue.
"I heard you, but why?"
"I'm not driving until you kiss me." He retorted, not answering my question.
"What about Sailor?' I asked, confused. Weren't they dating or some shit?
What about Sailor? We're not exclusive-hell, we're not even in a relationship. She's just a ..." He trailed off.
"A good fuck." I finished for him. I had known they were having sex, it's practically all Sailor seems to do, but, for some reason, it stung to say it out loud.
"Forget about Sailor. I'm still not driving until you kiss me." He said, changing the subject.
I leaned over and pecked his cheek. I was not about to kiss a guy who was practically dating another girl, even though it was Sailor and they were exclusive. I'm no homewrecking whore like her.
Niall gave me the strangest look that could only be defined as a glare. "So you can sleep with Harry, a guy you've know for all of twenty four hours, and you can't give me a fucking kiss? Am I not good enough for you? Or is it that I'm not a celebrity to whore around with?"
I gasped at his audacity. "For your information, I didn't sleep with Harry-"
"Coulda fooled me." He interrupted me.
"You know what, Horan, you can just fuck off if you feel that way."
"Ooh, last names, scary."
A honk startled us from behind. Niall then started to drive once again, tension filling the air.