The next morning I was woken up by Niall, who was straddling my hips.
“What the f**k?” I asked and rubbed my eyes, yawning.
“Me mum just rang me, said the breakfast will only last for another hour. So unless you want to skip breakfast, which you don’t, you better get up and start dressing.”
“I would if you wouldn’t be straddlin’ my hips.”
“Is this what it feels like to be a girl on top?”
He started bouncing up and down, grinning, and mocking high-pitched moans.
“It’s too early for this, please Niall.” I whined and he rolled out of the bed, turning on the TV.
I scrambled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I dressed up in the clothes from the day before and brushed my hair with Niall’s small comb.
“Are we going or what?” I asked nudging Niall with my shoulder as he sat at the end
