Ellie's P.O.V

I wake up to Niall on his hands and knees above me, grinning like an idiot.

I just groan and close my eyes again, only to get squished and a big hug from the Irish lad.

"Wake up! I want French toast!" Niall whines.

"Well good morning to you too." I sarcastically sigh as I get up out of bed.

"Is that my jumper?" Niall asks as he gestures to my current outfit, my spandex and his favorite hoodie.

"No. It's mine."

"Whatever. It looks better on you anyways."

"Honey, everything looks better on me."

"Maybe. But you look best in nothing."

"Oh whatever."

"You do!"

We both pull out the needed ingredients and get to work on mixing them up and toasting the bread on the stove.

"This is amazing. You should make me food more often." Niall grins as he takes his 6th piece of toast.

"I'm the only one who cooks in this house. What do you mean I should 'cook more'?"

Niall ignores me and goes to grab some of his candy.

Oh phooey... Dan and Phil are still here.

"Did you eat my candy, Princess?"

"No."

"You're such a liar. I guess I'll just have to punish you." He flashes me a boyish grin.

"Try me." I urge, smirking.

He picks me up and carries me to the empty living room, then plops me on a couch and uses one hand to pin down both my arms and his legs to pin down my own.

"This might hurt a little bit." He warns...

...before full-on tickling me.

"Niall... Stop!" I shout between breaths.

"I will for now. But you're lucky this time." He smirks.

"Uppy! Uppy!" I clamber onto his back for a piggyback ride the moment he turns around.

"Ok...?"

"Can we come out now or are you guys still fucking?" Dan's voice surprises us from the closest.

"Danny!" I scold with my cheeks turning a deep crimson.

"God Dan you don't need to that far." Phil joins my side.

"Oh shut up peasant!" Dan shouts as he steps out of the closest.

"I know you." Dan, Niall and Phil all jinx each other then burst out laughing.

"Idiots." I mumble as I walk away.

"I'd ask you lads to stay but Ellie and I need to be at some awards thing tonight and we should start to get ready." Niall says.

"We do?" I stop in my tracks and spin on my heel to ask him.

"Yeah."

"Oh. Then we'll see you two lovebirds soon." Phil says with a wink as he and Dan head out the door.

"Hey Ellie, you're going to the awards thing with us in the States in a few days, right?" Phil continues with one foot out the door.

"Even if I wanted to I can't miss it. I'll meet you at the airport the day after tomorrow. You two are in charge of picking up Kenzie and Marcus and I'll ask Jenna if she can book the 8 of us a few rooms in New York for the weekend." I sigh as I mentally go over everything in my head and assign Dan and Phil their tasks.

"So I guess we're meeting Jenna, Ella and Lily in New York then? Based on the fact we always go in our little group and you said the 8 of us." Dan decides.

"Yeah."

"See you then I guess." He shrugs before stepping outside.

I feel a pair of muscular arms snake their way around my waist and Niall buries his head in my neck.

"You can't go with them. I want you to cuddle with me instead." He mumbles and I can feel his smile on my neck.

"You know I can't, Niall. Besides, you'll have to leave me for tours soon enough." I kiss his forehead.

"Let's get ready." He sighs.

I go upstairs and slip into a lacy pink dress with light grey boots and grab a simple white flower crown before heading across the hall to the bathroom to do my hair.

After messing with it for a good ten minutes, I get the general idea of a bun going and I decide it looks pretty good. So I secure it with bobby pins and look at it in the mirror again. Not bad.

I step out of the bathroom and mentally prepare myself for the damage Niall has possibly done to himself and his look but am met with a decent looking guy.

"Not too bad, Horan." I compliment as I button up his shirt.

"Not too bad yourself, Payno." He mocks using the nickname Louis and Zayn had recently started calling Liam and I.

He runs off to his closest as I button the top of his shirt and comes back with the pink and white stripes from Greg and Denise's wedding.

"We're all matchy-matchy." He proudly states. Then starts to fumble with the tie once he wraps it around his neck.

"Need help with that?" I scoff as I start to tie it without waiting for an answer from him.

A/N
Happy New Years Dearies! So you're probably wondering why I'm calling you that. Well, since you start a letter with Dear and end it with Sincerely and I'm Sincerely Ellie, I thought you could be Dearies and whatever happens in our part of the world or mini-fandom I guess you could call it, could be like a story or letter... Just an idea.