“Niall.” I said the next morning after opening my eyes.
“Hm?” he asked.
“Your um, p***s is poking me in the back, and it’s rather uncomfortable.” I said.
He sighed and rolled on his back, and I rolled on my stomach, burying my face in the other pillow.
“What time is it?” he asked and I almost moaned at his morning voice.
I groaned and rolled out of bed, before I walked around it and got to the nightstand where our phones were.
“Ten past eleven.”
“Is it sunny outside?”
“No.”
“Good then let me sleep.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Thanks.”
I rolled my eyes and went to his closet to see what he actually had in there. There were a couple of tank tops, band shirts, skinny jeans, soccer shorts, button up shirts, leather jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and sweatshirts. And-
“Oh my god! You have a
