This Number

It's Never Too Late

            -- Too Late : 5 Seconds of Summer

 It's Never Too Late

-- Niall Horan

         IT didn't take niall a second to drop the phone onto the floor and envelop the very-happy-liv next to him in a hug. it didn't even take liv a millisecond to return the gesture, squeezing him tight in their hug. it didn't take a nanosecond for a sob of relief to escape niall's mouth. and then he was full on crying, gripping onto liv as if she'd somehow slip. he felt light, like a hugehugehuge weight was lifted off his shoulders. he felt like he could move, because it was gonegonegone. the number was gone.

          he let go, keeping liv at arm's length and he just kind of stared at her. he just looked at the way her eyes were smiling, all bright and happy. he looked at her smile, little laugh lines around her mouth. he looked at the way her nose was scrunched up in a cute kind of way. he looked at her lips. her lips. they were full and pink and they looked soft and he couldn't understand how lips could be like that, so beautiful and inviting. 

        he hated it because she was so beautiful, but he was late. he could've met her before all of this and maybe he'd be happy. but he was late. someone else had already noticed her beauty and swept her off her feet. 

        "i'm too late," he whispered, his eyes set upon her's. liv's face contorted into a confused one.

        "what?" 

        "i'm always too late." and liv somehow got what he meant. his eyes traveled south and onto her lips. niall's mind was cluttered with the rights and the wrongs. he was thinking, but she has a boyfriend. but honestly, he didn't care right now because i mean, she was just sitting there in his arms all beautiful and pretty lips. liv was looking at him, forgetting about everything. that's what he tended to do to her, strip her from her thoughts and invade her mind. 

        "it's never too late, niall," she whispered, meeting his gaze. and niall didn't even think before placing his hands on her warm, rosy cheeks. it didn't take him a second to pull her towards him, forehead against forehead. it didn't take a millisecond for lips to meet lips, and it was kind of really amazing because it didn't take liv a nanosecond to respond back with the movement of her lips. 

        finally, is all niall could think because, like, finally he was tasting her lips and no worries or pain seemed to bother him. he was finally feeling butterflies in his stomach, he was finally warm at the cheeks. he was finally feeling something other than the same pain he felt before.

        it's crazy how someone could just make you forget about the stupid things that hurt you. it's crazy, but the best feeling ever. liv was crazy and so was he. they were crazy because, like, they were kissing and she kind of had a boyfriend and he had just deleted that number. it was crazy that they were kissing, but it was the best feeling ever. 

           niall wondered why the fuck he didn't delete that damned number before if this was what he'd feel afterwards. he was alive again. he was happy. he had liv in his arms and he didn't care if she had a boyfriend or that this was totally wrong. she helped him forget. she helped him forget what the digits were. he forgot it; he forgot this number.

        the end.

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....... omg i finished the this series and you don't know how accomplised i feel rn omg (i'm like niall in that gif rn). but i also feel very sad because i'm gonna miss these boys and aw darn. :(( i'm gonna go cry now... bc it's not like i'm tOTALLY CRYING NOW PSSHHH NOOO. 

but omg it's the end.... and excuse any mistakes ((as always))