I woke up my new favorite way to wake up- in Nialls arms. He was lightly kissing my forehead, waking my with the softest touches. I realized that we'd be waking up a different way soon, to honks and potholes. But overall I was excited for the tour. I would be spending time with these ten people I loved to dearly and my baby Dutch. I was increasingly excited upon being Informed wed be in Australia, Europe, and Brazil (during carnival none the less). And so much more it made my head spin. "What do you wanna do today lov?" Niall asked later that day as I walked Into the kitchen with sweats, a tank top, and my hair in a messy bun with a braid somewhere random in it. "Eat" I replied simply, but truly. "I'm ALL for it!" Niall agreed jumping up, and rubbing his hands together. "Wanna make home made pizza?" He suggested. "As long as it's your moms sauce recipe, not mine, you know my mom couldn't cook worth a damn, I still don't know why the hell you ate her food." I recalled charming memories of the good old days back In Ireland, Ice cream Thursdays, eating cookie dough till we got sick, and the day mom was late to get us from school, Nialls mom got us. I had to sleep at his house that night. I'd found out the next morning my mother, pregnant and with my baby sister, and my dad and been killed in an accident. I was never told why- "SARAH!!" Niall screamed practically in my face "wha?" I snapped back to reality, out of my memory world. "Do you want pepperoni?" He asked retreating back to the counter. "Hell ya!" I whooped, raising my arms, my full focus on the task at hand, food (and slightly on Niall.). I sliced pepperoni, he stirred the sauce, we'd turn around, kiss a little, then switch. That went on until the sad, floppy pizza was burned In the oven, "oh just remembered something" I announced flatly, high Niall and I looking and the sad creation. "What's that?" We asked not taking his eyes off the mess. "Neither of us can cook" I responded. "Ima call for take out, Chinese?" He confirmed with me I just shrugged and put our disaster In the trash. About twenty minutes later food arrived, we gorged ourself until we fell asleep, empty boxes and fortune cookie wrappers scattered around us. And didn't wake until later that night.

Notes

Postin double to day