“There’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore, no matter how many times it’s sent away!” Niall sighed
Niall was sitting, his knees were up, supporting on the sand, enjoying the feeling, his hands were crossed over them, his hair swinging back in forth, gently, thanks to the small breeze that’s the wind today and his back flexed to the front, almost protecting his chest. The beach was deserted. Sure it wasn’t one of the hottest days like it was when I went to Portugal for a week last summer, but it wasn’t that cold.
Niall’s eyes were stuck in the movements of the waves against the shore, completely dazzled about it. I turned my head to the sea, letting his words sink in. My hands were landed on the sand, squeezing it occasionally. I never liked sand too much, it goes everywhere. In your clothes, bags, phones, even on top of your books when you take them to the beach… There’s a mistake I’ll never make again when Jess is near me! She buried my copy of “The Lucky One” by Nicholas Sparks when she was younger. I had to wait a whole week to find out the ending of the book. Despising the fact that I had to wait, that copy was signed by him and I never saw it again. When I asked her where she had buried it, knowing that the book wouldn’t be in a great shape but hopping I could salvage the autograph, she told me she forgot when she buried it. I didn’t got that mad, I even laughed at it for a while. But even so, I’ll never make that mistake again.
My hairs were now loose and swinging with the wind too. My eyes turn rather green when I’m near the sea. It holds so much meaning to me and I can’t even explain why. I just think that’s a methodical place, perfect. It can take you anywhere you want to go and is extremely beautiful. It holds some of the most beautiful creatures under it and some myths related to it, that’s the part that I love… Myths! But the sea can be so moody sometimes…
“You remind me of the sea!” I whispered “You can change in a few seconds and you leave me completely amazed about it!” Niall turned his head to me, but I kept my eyes in the water. I thought back to his statement “Have you ever been sent away?” I asked
“Once!” He shrugged, looking at the sea again when I turned my head to him. He started at it for a few seconds and turned his head to me again. Who did that to you Niall? Who refused you? I can tell by the look in his eyes that it hurt him somehow “Don’t you remember?” He asked and I sucked all the air inside of my lungs, noticing I had stop breathing.
I’m the one to blame! I denied him when I first met him, but I remember he treated me like I was just another one. I denied him this week when I stopped talking to him.
“I-I…” He cut me off
“I felt heart broken when you stopped talking to me!” He turned his eyes to the sea again, looking at it, lost in his deep thoughts
“Wild hearts can’t be broken!” I whispered, raising my chin and looking directly at the point where the seawater connect with the sky “Your heart is the wildest I know! Just like the sea!” I squeezed my eyes thanks to the sun rays hitting them.
“Wild hearts can be broken!” He stated “But the best way to not get your broken is to pretend you don’t have one!” My heart dropped.
Who made you talk like this Niall? What’s happening to you? What happened to you before? Someone broke you? Niall looked deeply into my eyes and I found the answer to my question…
Feeling… He was feeling. Probably thinking he was feeling too much things towards only one person. I think it’s different having a heart that never loved because it never met the right person, like mine, than pretending not to have a heart because of what others think and other reasons I don’t know yet, like Niall’s heart. But he doesn’t deserve to feel like this. Only now I understand the pain I cause him, only by knowing him, by loving him. He doesn’t feel like he deserves to be loved.
“This is a fucked up shit!” Niall said
“Niall…” I called when he turned his head to the other side so I couldn’t see his face “We all are a little broken… And that’s fine!” I said. Slowly, Niall turned his head to me and I smiled shyly “You need to use it, to notice it!” Niall frowned “Your heart!” We both laughed, a good loud laugh followed by Niall holding my hand while getting up “You know, if you used your heart when we first met, I wouldn’t have denied you! Well, maybe at first, but not if you were different!” Niall pulled me up and hugged me by the waist, making my hands get stuck against his chest in closed wrists
“Oh c’mon! Are you saying you didn’t like the bad boy me?” He asked, making puppy eyes. I raised one hand, shaking his hair frenetically
“I kind of did!” I admitted “But I was too stubborn to admit it!” I giggled
Niall smiled and raised one of his hands to my head, placing his lips on mine, kissing me softly. As soon as we did so, a small drop of water fell right on my nose. I pulled back, looking up and Niall did the same. All of the sudden, too many raindrops were falling down on me and Niall wetting us. I started to laugh frenetically and Niall let a small laugh get out with my actions.
His blond hairs were falling in his forehead because of the rain but he didn’t moved to cover himself. I let go of his holding and started running down the sand with my hands making fake plain wings. I ran around the beach, feeling the rain in me, laughing like a teenager I am.
I ran in circles, up and down, everything I could to run away from Niall that was desperately trying to catch me. When I found myself tired, my rhythm turned low and two hands were wrapped around my waist, making my feet leave the ground and spinning me around. I laughed like a school girl and he smiled against my neck, and in that moment I swear we’re infinite (yes, I read ‘the perks of being a wallflower’). But I really meant it though, Niall and I were in a complete moment of happiness right there, alone, in the beach.
He turned me around and smiled widely, putting his jacket over my head.
“I want to see your cuts!” He said and I froze.
No! I couldn’t let him see my cuts, I couldn’t… I didn’t want him too. Those marks are imperfect and having him, the most perfect human being on the planet, I feel like I’ll lose him over those scars.
“Johanna?” He called, walking towards the car with me “Talk to me!” He begged “Please!”
He opened the door for me to get in and I did so. He closed the door and ran to his door, opening and getting in. His face was desperate, needing for some kind of information about the reason I was quiet. He was about to talk when I cut him.
“I’m afraid you’ll stop liking me if you see them!” I said, looking down
“That doesn’t happen like that!” Niall frowned, raising my chin, his thumb covering it “I won’t stop liking you just because you have a few cuts on your thighs that weren’t even made by you. Plus, love doesn’t work that way!” How do you know? I felt the urge to ask “It demands to be felt, it doesn’t matter if the person is a cutter, a drug addict, a drunk, a flawless person, a tattooed guy…” He looked at me, smiling warmly and I let myself smile too “What I mean is, love is felt, it doesn’t matter if you have scars or no. If you have flaws, I’ll love them because they are a part of you, and I… Erm… I love you!” He said, awkwardly, scratching the back of his head
I looked down, feeling my cheeks burning. I can’t believe he can say these things. Where does he get the inspiration to do it? I like where this comes from. That’s the Niall without a mask over his face, MY Niall, the Niall that I… Erm… Love! Why does this feel so weird in my mouth? I guess because I never felt/said it before.
“And none of your scars can make me like you less!” He added with a frown, almost angry I had thought that.
I smiled to myself and kept quiet the rest of the trip. Niall stopped in front of his house and I remembered…. My family didn’t knew I had left. I grabbed my phone before I left the car and wrote a quick message.
“Hi M! I left the house to talk to Niall! I won’t take long… I think! Big Kiss!” I pressed the send button.
I looked over at Niall, he was patiently waiting for me to get ready. He gave me a smile and I smiled back.
“Ready?” He asked. I turned my head to face the window of the car, looking at the traces of rain in there and smiling.
I always liked the rain. I used to walk around with my head up high, my eyes closed, feeling the drops wetting my face, but when I do so in school, people look at me with ‘what the hell is wrong with you woman?’ looks in their faces and I just try to skip that so I don’t do it anymore around school, in my back yard sometimes, but never in school. Not again…
“Ready!” I said.
I opened the door and ran till the gate, opening it and running across his yard till the door, being extra careful not to fall in the pool. I giggled, seeing Niall running with his jacket over his head till he got to me. He smiled, putting his jacket back in place and shaking it so the drops would fall out. I smiled, some drops wetting my face and hairs. Niall opened the door with his key and automatically roamed upstairs, probably to his bedroom.
I hesitated on following him, but I soon made up my mind that I would do so. I ran upstairs, knocking on his door and he whispered a come in. I though his attitude towards me was weird. I have no idea what’s happening to him and it’s killing me since I have no clues on how to fix it. I opened the door slowly. Niall was sitting in his bed, looking at me closely.
“Hi!” I whispered
“Hello!” He cordially spoke, his accent showing once more
“What’s wrong?” I closed the door behind me, walking till the middle of the room. I was about three meters away from him who was, still sitting on the bed’s tip.
“Nothing’s wrong!” He said quickly, tripping in his own words
“Don’t do that!” I took a small step behind, hurt.
“Do what?” He asked
“Lie to me!” I whispered
Niall looked down, exasperated, running his hands through his hairs, making them look messy like they always are. I sighed, looking at my wet feet and Niall got up. He came closer and hugged me, whispering in my ear.
“I never really understood how much I cared for you until you said … you said… You know what you said! I don’t think I deserve it you know!” He sighed
“Why?” I asked
“I don’t know actually, I just feel like it!” It was my time to sigh
I don’t understand why all of this. I don’t like seeing him like this, hurt. It’s like his moment of happiness when I proffered the words disappeared when he really understood what ‘I love you means’. It hurt me that he thinks that he’s not worthy of being loved. He’s the most perfect person I have ever know, why all this shyness.
Felt the button of my pants being opened and pushed Niall back. He frowned.
“I want to see your scars!” He said
“B-But…”
I was extremely shy. Not getting naked in front of anyone. NO ONE! ANYONE! Niall smiled weakly and pulled me to him again.
“I really just want to take care of you! Please just… let me!” He begged and when he glued his eyes on mine… I just couldn’t say no! Damn you Niall! You know what those eyes do to me! I sighed. Deep down, I knew Niall was talking serious. His voice, having him begging was all the confirmation I needed. I think the use of ‘the words’ made him get… almost… weaker! Like it drained energy out of him somehow…
“I won’t touch you if you don’t want to! I just really want to see them!” He whispered “I just want to take care of you!”
I nodded, still feeling a bit shaky by the idea of him watching my body.
“Can I take your clothes off or do you want do it yourself?” He asked
“I-I’ll do it!” I gasped and unzipped the pants. My fingers hanged on the top of the pant. I took a glance at Niall and swallowed. I wasn’t completely sure about what I was about to do, but I wanted him to show me how much he cared, I wanted him to take care of me. Deep down I was shaking because I feared… I feared he was lying about loving me, about caring… I feared he wanted to take back those words and I was not ready for that.
With a last leap of faith I pulled down my pants, getting out of them and leaving them on the floor. I stood up, my cheeks burning, my hands behind my back, playing with my fingers frenetically… I was, honestly, shy, awkward, out of place, but, most of all, scared!
I had the notion of how my legs should look like now. Before, my legs were larger, they look healthy, they had more flesh. My bum was larger, rounder, bigger. And mentioning my hips, before you could see the bone, but not as much as you can see it now. I was a wreck. I admit it. I never liked skinny people, it makes me think about starving and it’s the last thing I want to do right now.
Niall looked from my waist till my knees but didn’t go further… He found what he wanted. My scars. He frowned, hiding some other feeling he had inside, but his eyes were melted. He took two steps in my direction, kneeling immediately, scaring me with his quick moved.
“Why aren’t they healed?” He asked, his voice lower than I was expecting. He ran his thumb over my cuts and I closed my eyes, feeling my body going completely stiff. It hurts, it still hurt but after a week causing pain to yourself you just, eventually, start getting used to it.
I was expecting Niall to go nuts when he found out the answer to his question. Should I tell him? Or should I just hide it?
“Johanna?” He called when he didn’t got an answer. He got up, looking directly into my eyes… DAMN IT! “Talk to me!” He begged, only getting my situation worst “Why aren’t they healed yet?”
“I-I didn’t let them!” I whispered, my voice almost ceased to exist.
“What do you mean you didn’t let them?” Niall almost growled, angry at me for both my answer and my actions.
“I just didn’t let them!” I sighed, pulling all my hair to the right side, showing my neck to him and looking into his eyes shyly. Niall sighed, trying to calm himself down, not looking into my eyes. Do I have the same effect on him he has on me? Hard to tell.
“What have you done to yourself to keep them from healing?” He asked. I could tell he was a bit angry, still. His eyes were shining, but he was as serious as a human being can be.
“I-I just pressed the skin, moved it, scratched it, cut it again, I stuck my fingernails in the skin so it wouldn’t heal!” I felt Niall hardening again “I just thought…” I stopped myself
How can I tell him? How can I tell him I deserved the pain, I wanted the pain, I… needed the pain? How can I make him understand? Can he even understand what I would be trying to say? Would he even listen?
“You just thought…?” He asked me to continue
“I just though, I…” I squeezed my eyes. So be it, I need to tell him anyways, it’s not like he’s going to give up “I… deserved it for the pain I caused you!”
Niall softened immediately and sighed. He put some of my hair behind my ear and led his fingers to my cheek, caressing it softly.
“Come!” He let his hand fall to grab mine
“Where?” I asked
“There!” He pointed to the bathroom “You need a warm bath and I want to give one to you!” I shivered.
Give a bath? To me? Does he really want to do it? He pulled me to his bedroom bathroom and closed the door behind him. Niall filled the bathtub, put bubbles and, after drying his hands up, he walked towards me.
“Can I…?” He gasped and I nodded.
His fingers immediately roamed to the end of my shirt, pulling it up to my shoulders, unveiling my black bra.
“You wanna help me out or….?” I cut him off by nodding and raised my arms, helping him pull my shirt off.
His touch over my skin was cold, leaving goose bumps in my skin, but let’s be honest, I don’t need his fingers to be cold so he gives me goose bumps. His hands roamed to the straps of my bra but I just grabbed his wrists. I shook my head negatively and Niall nodded, his face more serious than ever. He extended two of his fingers to the bathtub, signaling me to get in. I gave him a small nod and entered the bathtub, feeling everything from my waist down getting wet.
I felt… a little bit better than I was before. I was still tense, a bit depressed and was feeling a bit weaker. The warmth of the water made everything disappear for a while. I let my body rest back in the bathtub, trying and failing to relax since I felt Niall’s eyes on me all the time. When I opened my green/gray/brown orbs, Niall pressed his lips more. He sighed
“Can I come in?” He asked.
I hesitated before I told him he could. I was still a bit tense. It’s not like I’m giving my virginity away, but I’m showing my body to someone that’s not a girl… A thing I wasn’t supposed to be doing until I got married. Niall has this effect on me, he makes me change myself. I still haven’t decided if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I don’t want to make that decision now neither.
Niall quickly undressed himself, only staying with his boxers on. He looks awful. His abs are stained with purple marks, his chest’s red, his arm seem soared and there are some occasional marks on his legs too. He shot me a quick glare before he spoke.
“Move! I’ll get in!” He spoke tenderly
I moved forwards, creating a small space between me and the bathtub so he could get in. I felt the water moving, indicating Niall was already in there. I was about to put my hands in the water when Niall stopped grabbing my wrists.
“Your watch!” He explained. He took the watch from my wrist and put it in one of the shelves near the bathtub. I never took that watch off, not with all the fighting, not with all the distance, only when I needed to shower“I want it to work when you chose to wear it!” He whispered.
I sighed and let my hands fall in the water next. Two legs were wrapped around mine, knees over knees, his ankles between my thighs. I sighed and let my body fall back into him, my back pressed into his chest. His hands wrapped around my waist, his chin holding in my shoulder.
“Why would you do that to yourself?” He whispered in my ear “Why would you self-harm!”
“It’s not self harm if the scars are first made by another person!” I whispered back and Niall sighed
“What would you feel if I did that?” He asked “Because if you want to harm yourself, if you want to cut yourself in some way, just take my wrist and do it how many times you want!” My heart dropped.
“I could never do that!” I whispered, my voice one tone higher, holding back my tears.
“Then don’t do it again! Every time you feel like stopping the cuts from healing, think about me!” I gasped “Think how much pain I felt when I saw these!” He ran his finger in the cuts, slowly. He kissed my neck when he felt my body going stiff and sighed.
I knew I didn’t have the need to cut any longer since I have him and we sorted things out, but I appreciated him doing that, making sure I wasn’t going to cut again. I liked that he was showing me he cared, he wanted only the good for me, the best. I’m actually glad he said those stuff, because when he did, I was absolutely sure I wasn’t going to do it again.
His hands surrounded my waist again and went back to the initial position. I sighed again. I was feeling way better. It’s like, feeling Niall can make me forget everything, it’s like feeling him heals depression, takes all my anxiety away and makes me feel better than ever.
“I’m sorry for your stomach, and your abs!” I said sadly
“Don’t worry about that!” He said, planting a kiss in the back of my shoulder
“Ho can’t I worry about that?” I angrily said “It’s my fault your stomach is purple like that!” I said, tears threatening to fall down my eyes.
“When are you going to put through that thick skull of yours that it’s not your fault?” He answered
“My skull isn’t thick…” I shook my head “Wait! It’s is!” I shook my head again, confused “Or is it? ARG! You’re confusing me!” Niall laughed and kissed the back of my shoulder again
“You’re cute when you’re confused!” He whispered and I let myself smile
His cheek was pressed against my back, his hands wrapped around my waist, squeezing me. He was warm, well, the water is warm too so that explains his body temperature. I smiled, landing my hands on top of his, slowly moving my fingers, caressing his tattooed hands. Suddenly, Niall moved, he took his hands from my waist and his cheek from my back kissing it, moving to grab something. I moved my head to the right all the way I could to see what he was doing. Niall was now holding the shampoo on his hands. I turned my head and moved my body forward, diving and wetting my hair.
When I came back to the surface, I ran my hands through my face, sucking all the air I could. Being under water never seemed too good to me and I never had the best ‘oxygen holding’ skills so I just try to get it done as fast as I can. I pulled back some of my hairs that fell into my face, pulling them back.
“Your hairs look black when they’re wet!” Niall whispered
“I know!” I said “It’s dark brown, what were you expecting?” I laughed for two seconds there
Niall laughed too and the noise from the shampoo bottle opening was heard. I heard Niall squeezing the bottle and closing it next. Two hands were now caressing my hair, making me relax. Hey, he really is showing me that he cares for me right? I let out a relaxed sigh out of my mouth and leaned back against him. He laughed
“I can’t wash your head when you’re like this you know?!” I giggled and turned my head, my eyes closed, kissing his temple. He laughed again and I moved myself from him, separating my back from his chest, letting him continue his actions that were, without a single doubt in my mind, relaxing me.
After a few minutes, he stopped washing my hair. I knew it was time to put my head under water again so I just did, quickly, trying to take all the shampoo out. When I came up, my face was covered with my dark brown hairs that look black right now. I pulled all the air inside again and sat. I moved myself, trying to stay face to face with Niall. When I caught myself in that position, I stopped.
He frowned when I turned, looking into my eyes.
“I-I want to wash your hair too!” I whispered, my cheeks slightly red by the occasion.
Niall was half-naked, I was half-naked, he was watching me, I was watching him. I never been like this before. I can’t help the strange feeling I have inside of me, telling me that’s wrong to do this, but I chose to ignore. As I told you, I wanted him to show me he cared for me, and now I can tell he really does care… For me … Truly.
I grabbed the shampoo and put some in my hands, closing the bottle next. I put the shampoo bottle in the shelf and reached out to him, massaging his hairs. Niall had the cutest expression right now. He had one eyes closed, one eye half open, some shampoo slowly running down his forehead, a vague smile on his lips. I smiled back to him and used my thumbs to massage his temples too. He closed his eyes now, the smile played on his lips but was weaker now. He was enjoying my movements in his temples, relaxing him too. I like to do this to myself, so I just thought I could do it to him too. When I noticed his hair was already washed, I ran a hand through his dripping forehead before the shampoo could get to his nose bridge, washing the shampoo away. I kissed his forehead next and he opened his eyes slowly, sleepy.
“Hum…?” He mumbled, making me smile
“You have to take the shampoo off love!” I said and he smiled. He squeezed his nose and disappeared in front of me, diving into the water.
When he came up, his hairs were falling into his eyes. I ran a hand through them, putting them into a improvised quaff, making easier for him to open his beautiful blue eyes I love. When he did, a smile that reached his eyes submerged along, making me lean to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. He smiled and grabbed the showering cream that smelled like soap. I love the smell of soap on Niall. It’s great, one of my favorites. Niall laughed when he saw me. I think I would laugh at myself too if I had saw me. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the sent that came from the bottle. He took some out, putted in his hand. He started cleaning himself.
Thankfully he realized that I didn’t want him touching my body. I don’t feel ready to have someone doing it yet. Sure, he cleaned up my hair, saw me half-naked, but it’s not the same as touching. When you go to the beach you don’t touch peoples bodies, you just look at them in a far away place where your hands can’t rub their private parts so they feel uncomfortable, like I am right now, having these thoughts!
Niall handed the bottle to me and I took it, outing some cream in my hand too and rubbing my body, feeling slightly embarrassed to be doing it in front of him. My cheeks were burning as I looked away, trying to ignore Niall’s glare on me. I used my palms to carry some water and take all the bubbles away. I sighed, already feeling the smell of soap coming from my body.
I closed my eyes, turning my head left and smelling my shoulder, smiling stupidly. Simple stuff, I love the simple stuff. The smell of rain, coffee and a book are the simple things I love the most, but that’s irrelevant right now I think. Niall smiled when I opened my eyes and kissed my forehead, getting up.
He turned around, his back turned to me. He had nothing but his boxers on, but those were falling down his hips, showing a bit of the palest skin that wasn’t burnt by the sun. II swallowed and he got out of the bathtub. I leaned back into the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the water hit my neck bones. I closed my eyes, enjoying
“Are you going to get out?” He asked, making me open my eyes. He was dripping water all over his body, drops running down his pale skin, over his chest, arms… I shook my head and looked up to his eyes. I nodded and got up, getting out of the bathtub, but my feet slipped and I was about to fall when Niall held my harm, keeping me from falling.
“Clumsy!” He kissed my head, glad I was okay
“Clumsy?” I said, trying to sound annoyed “No! I just do random gravity checks!” Even I couldn’t hold on to my laugh when Niall started doing it. He seemed younger now, happier, more energetic than ever. He seemed weaker a few minutes back, and now he’s the happiest person alive.
“Alright random gravity checks girl, come on and get something to dress!” He said and I smiled. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. He took one for himself and extended a hand to me, so I wouldn’t fall again and took me to his room.
He opened the wardrobe and took a pair of pants and a new pair of boxers. He turned to me and kissed my forehead and left, probably to get dressed downstairs. Before he closed the door, he said.
“Don’t take too long, I’m making something for you to eat! I hate to see your hips in that deplorable state!” He closed the door and left me alone in his room.
I sighed and opened his wardrobe. I had no idea of what I was going to wear, but it had to be something large while my clothes were drying and long enough to cover my legs.I scattered his wardrobe for clothes and I found a perfect shirt. I opened the drawer he opened before to grab a pair of boxers and stole a white pair from him. I put on the boxers after cleaning my body and got into Niall’s Lakers’ shirt. I got into the bathroom, collecting my clothes and folding them, putting them over Niall’s bed.
I returned to the bathroom to look at my hair. A mess… It looked like a lion’s mane! My hair is really weird when it has been recently washed. I looked around for something I could use to comb my hair with but I found nothing. I just pulled my hair into a bun and walked downstairs.
My feet made noise as I walked downstairs. I head a celestial noise coming from the kitchen, and the holiest scent ever: PANKAQUES! I ran to the kitchen and, because I had no shoes on, Niall heard me when I came in, turning immediately to look at me. He frowned with a smile in his lips when he saw the shirt.
“Lakers’?” He asked
“Sure! I love basketball!” I said “Boys invented it… girls perfected it!” I said, laughing low pitched. I opened the drawer that had the silverware and took a fork. I started combing my hair with it and Niall laughed
“I always had a thing for Ariel anyways!” Niall said, making me blush heavily
He turned to the stove again and I put the fork back in the sink next to the stove and sat back in front of the kitchen’s island waiting for him to finish. When he turned around, he had a plate with pancaques with chocolate toping. I licked my lips instantly.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, putting the plate on front of me
“Starving! For a week!” I sighed and Niall turned to grab a fork and a knife. He was handing me those when he pulled the fork before I could get it. I frowned
“Don’t worry, it’s not the same you used a minute ago, Ariel!” I smiled as he handed me the fork. Niall sat in front of me and watched me eat.
I happily eat, feeling the food go easily down my throat. The knot disappeared, finally. Niall would occasionally steal some piece of food from me. Every time he did so, I shot him a glare, threatening him with my looks over him. Each time, he would raise his palms in defence, but a smile laid on his lips. My boyfriend was just to die for… (huge smile).
When I, and by I, I say we because he stole from me, finished eating, Niall put the plate back in the sink and pulled my hands towards the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I was still standing up from him, looking at his every move when he looked at me. He frowned and patted the spot next to him in the couch.
I sat, an Niall wrapped one hand around my shoulder. I yawned, feeling the combination of a warm bath and a full stomach have the effect on me. I was sleepy. I really was sleepy. Finally. Niall smiled and raise my feet to put them over he couch. He put his too and leaned our bodies back, standing laid with me.
Niall intertwined our legs and put one hand around my waist. I closed my eyes while Niall kept caressing my cheek. His rough thumb (I think I can blame the guitar for that) were softening the skin of my cheek.
“I want to cuddle with you, everyday, till you fall asleep!” The last thing I heard before I fell asleep, too happy to even process better that sentence.

Notes

Here it is! I'm sorry if I took too long to update but I had school and everything! Anyways, hope you like it :))