I haven't had the chance to call my mother during the whole weekend. Niall was always around, which I didn't mind, and we spend every minute together. We cooked, backed, watched movies, sang songs, cuddled on the couch, talked, laughed and most importantly enjoyed our weekend in his house, which has become our home.

On Sunday evening I had to study and Niall had a skype conference.

Everything was just good.

On Monday my mum called, but only to tell me that my younger cousin, Penny and Paige, are flying over to London this weekend since it's their birthday soon. It's their present from my mum and she wanted to come as well, but something interfered and she has to stay in Ireland. I tried to ask her about my dream but she didn't let me speak a lot, except for when I had to agree to her plan. I tried and tried but she always cut me off, remembering something for the twin's weekend. And please don't think that my mum's always like that. She really isn't. It's just that she's bit stressed, which I understood. When I told Niall about the twin's arrival on Friday evening, he was a bit sad at first, because that meant that I would have to sleep in my flat, but I promised him to return back to the house as soon as the twins fly back to Ireland.

Now it's Wednesday and the BRIT Awards are tonight. Niall has spent the whole day yesterday talking to the boys, to the management and to Clair discussing the plans for today. "Awards shows are always a bit stressful." Niall admitted with small wrinkles on his forehead. I gave his wrinkles a kiss and massaged his shoulder as more emails about the show arrived. He was so stressed and exhausted but kind enough to stay awake with me while I had to finish studying. He then fell asleep as soon as we were in bed, cuddling and tugged into the sheets.

I've been laying awake next to Niall for an hour already, unable to fall asleep again. I had that dream about the two kids in the garden again, the one where she left, the one where the mother of the boy called him Niall. I'm now 100% certain that she said Niall, there's no other name that she could have possible said. And that's what's prevents me from sleeping. Niall is still fast asleep next to me and doesn't have a clue about what's going in my head or in my dreams. He's laying on his stomach and has his arm around my waist. His mouth is slightly open and his hair is the usual morning mess.

"What are you thinking?" Niall suddenly mumbles. My heart skips a beat and I flinch away from him.

"Can you please stop talking in your sleep and making me jump? It's honestly the worst." I say and take Niall's arm away from me. He pushes himself up with his elbows, moving closer to the headboard and resting his head against it.

"Come." He says, patting his thighs. I put one leg over him and sit on his thighs, straddling him.

"Does your knee hurt when we are like this?" I ask, shifting my weight forward to take it off his knees. My chest is pressed against his and my hands are around his neck. His hands are on my waist, rubbing my sides up and down under my shirt, which is actually his shirt.

"Not at all." Niall smiles as his hands move closer to my boobs. His thumbs are right under my boobs, drawing circles, which give me chills all over my body. Our eyes are locked and I take a deep breath before tilting my head slightly to the right. I slowly attach my lips to his, kissing him softly. Niall kisses me back with the same softness and care. It is as if this is the first kiss we've ever had. We're careful, soft and a bit taken back. We let our body control the kiss and shut off our minds. Everything else around us becomes unimportant, the time, the day, the people that could call and ruin our moment. It's just us.

We pull apart, smiling. "Good morning, love." I say as I stroke Niall's cheek with my thumb.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He smirks and puts a strand of my hair that fell into my face behind my ear. "You look beautiful." He says, making me giggle.

"With messy hair, no make up and a pimple?" I ask with a smirk.

"That AND with your rosy cheek, just kissed and plump lips and your awake and pretty brown eyes." Niall answers as his hands wander up and down my side.

"What about my pimple though?" I ask, knowing that I've just ruined a perfect moment.

"What pimple?!" He asks loud and cups my face. He squeezes my cheeks and looks slowly for a pimple, making me laugh.

"I can feel one coming out." I say as he squeezes my cheeks together, making me sound funny. We both look each other in the eyes for a second, realizing how funny I actually sound, before we burst out laughing.

"You don't have any pimple on your face, gorgeous, trust me." He promises as I kneel up.

"But I can feel one coming." I say, making him roll his eyes.

"Jesus." He shakes his head at me, making me laugh. "Go, make us pancakes, come on!" He gives my ass a soft slap as I get off him. I leave him laughing and go into the kitchen.

Time flies by until I sit in my first class, thinking about the funny shaped pancakes that I made us and our usual feeding-each-other-pancake-routine. I nearly didn't make it in time for my first class, because Niall insisted to watch me while I get dressed. He, of course, had to throw pillows at me, making the dressing process that usually takes less than 3 minutes, into a procedure that took 15 minutes plus. But I'm not complaining, it was fun. A lot of fun.

But as soon as I sit in my class, time stops to fly and decides to walk, walk slowly, slowly like a snail, even though snails don't walk. They snail around. Time snails around, if snail was a verb.

I manage to survive the day with a lot of energy left for once. I check my phone and even though it has only been hours since the last time that I checked it, it seems like it has been days or weeks when I see the text messages that I got from Niall during the day. It starts off with a

followed by few selfies of him at home, in the car, at the office with the other boys, in a dressing room with clothes for tonight and so on. He captured nearly everything a selfie. I'm surprised that he didn't send me a pic of him taking a wee yet. That would have definitely been my favourite, for the laughs and not for other dirty reason you probably thought of.

As I read through the many messages, all I think is that first, I have to teach Niall how to text in just one junk and not in many short phrases and second, that he's the sweetest cupcake boyfriend a girl can have. The amount of texts that he send me, might for some girls be too clingy and just too much, but for me it just shows how much he thinks about me, even though he should be focusing on work. I guess, being distracted by our partner when we should be focused and concentrated, is something we both have in common.

So instead of taking a taxi to his house, I take one that takes me to the management's office. On the way to it, I text Niall one heart emoji. Minutes later, the taxi stops, I pay and get out. I walk into the building and tell the receptionist the same thing I told the other one a week ago. "Hi, I'm Olivia Hemmings and umm, Niall Horan is expecting me" I say, remembering that I have to say my last name and thinking that maybe after a couple more times more, I'll be able to say it without the umm. The receptionist phones the office where the boys are and minutes later, Liam comes out of an elevator. I walk over to him and give him a quick hug, before we walk back into the elevator. Everything goes smoothly and I don't feel awkward once. I think I'm really getting a hang of this all.

Liam and I talk about my day as he leads me into a big room where the other boys and their stylists are. Everyone greets me with a hug one by one as Liam leads me around the room. "Niall is getting dressed right now." He says, once I've finished saying Hello and Hi to everyone. I nod understanding and look over to a clothing rack that has a sign with Niall's name attach to it. I walk over, thinking that it's the best to just wait there, so that I'm not in everyone's way. "After all the texts I send you, all I get back is a heart emoji?" Niall suddenly exclaims. I stop to walk and turn around, seeing Niall shirtless with just a pair of skinny black jeans on.

"Yes?" I say but it sounds more like a question. He doesn't smile, making me feel like I did something wrong. Should I have sent him more than just an emoji? I ask myself, but then he finally smiles and a massive weight goes off my heart.

"Thank you." He smiles and opens his arms as he gets closer and closer. "I missed you." Niall mumbles as he pulls me into a hug. I smile up at him and he smiles down at me.

"I missed you too." I say and attach my lips to his. We kiss and awws fill the room. We pull apart and I take a closer look to Niall's clothing choices. "Where are the ties? I came to tie your tie." I say and try to look at him stern, but a smirk fights it way through my act. My lips form a big smirk and I just can't stay serious.

"Sorry, gorgeous. I think there's no tie for me. But you can watch me get dressed." He winks, making me laugh,

"Only if I get to throw pillows at you." I say, crossing my arms in front of my chess.

"I'm afraid we don't have any pillows here." Niall shrugs and pulls me into a hug again.

"I'm leaving then." I say, making him hold me tighter.

"Never in your wildest dreams." He laughs and kisses my forehead.

"Geez, get a room." Louis exclaims, making everybody, including me and Niall, laugh.

An hour later, the boys leave, styled for the evening and ready to win some awards. Niall gets someone to drive me home, even after I told that that's not necessary for good 3 minutes. He insisted. And now I'm home. Alone. Studying while watching the BRIT awards. I order pizza for dinner and one more for when Niall comes home. Eating, studying, watching TV, repeat. I fight the urge to close my eyes and fall asleep, because I really want to wait for Niall and celebrate with him the awards that he and the boys won, but the urge is too strong and at some point, I fall asleep on the couch.

The sudden noise of something falling wakes me up again. I sit up and look at the clock. 3:17 am. I yawn and rub my eyes open as something else falls and I remember why I even woke up. I get up and see Niall hobbling towards me. He accidentally threw down the little plate, in which our keys are, down, breaking the plate and making the floor the new place for our house keys and he bumped into a plant with his crutches, which made it fall over. Now there's a broken plate, keys and plant dirt on the floor. Great. But instead of being angry with him, I just laugh. I'm too tired to get upset over it and he's too drunk to care, so he laughs too. Niall successfully hobbles the rest of the way over to me without breaking anything else and cups my cheeks with his hands, making his crutches fall down. But we don't care or even flinch when they hit the floor because we're already busy kissing. When we pull apart, we both know what to do now. We know what we want now. Niall follows me into the bedroom and doesn't stop me when I push him onto the bed. He takes off his leader jacket, in which he looked extremely hot in, before I put my legs on either side of his thighs to straddle him. We start to make out and lay down on the bed. I'm on top and love the feeling of being in charge of this all.

"I want you so badly." Niall mumbles against my lips. "I want you like ice cream on a hot summer day." He's so drunk, his dirty talk is just funny instead of dirty.

"You're so drunk." I laugh and get off him.

"But..." He takes my hand and wants me back on him.

"You're drunk, Niall." I say and kiss his forehead.

"But I fucking need you, Olivia. I need your skin against mine. I-I need you so fucking much. Physically." Niall looks at me with begging eyes and I know that I want and maybe even need him as much as he wants and needs me. Physically.

"You're such a sex addict." I say, smirking at him.

"I'm addicted to you, that's all." He says and kisses my hand as he looks up at me with his gorgeous eyes.