Secrets

Sam’s P.O.V

Niall is following me out the door but stops to text Zayn for a little bit. This leaves me enough time to write a note as to where we will be just in case we do not make it back to the house before our mothers. Yeah we really do not know how to do this whole no texting each other thing. Soon as Niall is back down stairs I grab my gym bag and head out to the fields to begin the training. I smile to myself before I look back at Niall, smile and then take off running slinging the bag over my shoulder as I run to where we were going to practice. I hear Niall running after me shortly after. When I reach where we are going to train I stop and lay down in the bed of the old beat up truck that is out in the field and wait for Niall to catch up. We are training about half a mile from the house. I am use to the running at full speed that distance but Niall is not and I knew that I just couldn’t help running at full speed that distance I have not done it in a long time.

“What was that for? You just took off running at full speed. I tried to keep up but I couldn’t Why are we practicing out here?” Niall says as he shows up two minutes later slightly out of breath.

“That was the first thing in training. Running is the best way to start a day . We are training out here because it is away fromt the house and away from any prying eyes. Also I wanted to see if you can keep up with me. Now lets stretch before we do anything else.” I say jumping off out of the bed of the truck. I begin to move the swords expertly. The past couple of days have been extremely stressful and I didn’t have anyway of releasing any of that stress until now. I move fluidly through all the steps with my swords. However we didn’t come here to just have me handle the swords. I hand one to Niall.

“Here you are going to need this. First lesson is how to use a sword.” I say as Niall comes back to reality from whatever la la land his mind is in. He takes the sword and holds it like it's going to attack him it's hard not to laugh.

“You alright there Nialler? It’s not going to attack you. Well unless its in someone elses hands.”

"Other people don't scare me it's myself that scares me" Niall says as he looks hesitantly at me.

"Just pay attention and you will do just fine. Now let's begin actual training.”

We manage to cover everything from swords to hand to hand combat. Despite the fact that Niall and I were compatible, when it comes to training we are not. Niall is a little more carefree and not really wanting to train. We argue a lot during the hand to hand training. When we did start getting on each other's nerves we simply sit down take a break until both of us are ready to continue. I can see Niall looking at the ring on my hand. I can pretty much tell where his mind is wandering off to. Earlier I caught a glimpse of a text he sent to Zayn. I know his mind is off on the conversation we both had when we both woke up on the night before we came here to Ireland. The training goes all day until the sun goes down. We're about to be on our way back to the house when all of a sudden I'm being tackled from behind. I begin to laugh when I realize that it is Niall being a real charmer and pinning me on the ground.

“Oh really? I think I'm better than you already. Give me a few more lessons and I will be the one to teach you a few things.” I hear Niall say as he laughs that addictive laugh of his. I see his eyes return to the ring.

“So you said there is one condition that had to be meet if you were to ever leave me; I want to know what condition is it? Also please don't lie to me.” Niall asks his eyes still on the ring. Ah so his mind was on the conversation we had a few nights ago. I give him a straight answer. As I flip us around so I am the one on top and I pin Niall’s hands above his head.

“Hey you two lovebirds its time to get cleaned up for dinner." Greg says.

Niall replies and we here Greg say to keep it G rated since Theo is at the house. We make our way back to the house with a few stops along the way to simply kiss. well when ever Niall caught up to me since I started to take off again. When we get back to the house Greg gives us the look of questioning what we were doing. Then he actually asks but more as a joke. When Greg is done talking we head upstairs to wash up for dinner laughing all the way.

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