Chapter 15

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Foolish~15

*PRESENT DAY NIALL*

We have just settled down after the plane took off.

We were comfortably in the first row of first class.

Luckily no one has bothered us or stopped to talk. But I kept her blanket to cover her face some and I had on a hoodie with my sunglasses.

Reese was comfortably nuzzled in my chest. The doctor had instructed to put a brace around her body so it's not as easy for her to bend and hurt her sides.

So I found a way to lay her.

I rubbed her arm from under the soft material.

She moans softly as her poor eyes begin to flutter heavily.

I kissed her forehead.

"Get some rest love" I say as I lay my head back on the chair and half on her head gently.

She grabs my hand and brings it to her lips.

"Thank you Niall. For everything. I'd be.... Gone if it wasn't for you" she yawns.

She drifts off.

"It's because I love you" I say in a whisper. But I don't think she heard me.

*REESE'S POV*

I blink my eyes open. I lift my head to see a sleeping Niall. I had recalled our little exchange before I napped.

"Mmmmmm" he moans waking up.

"Oh hey you're awake. Are you okay" he says.

"Yes mum" I giggle.

He just smirks and lays his forehead on mine.

"Say it again or I'll..." He starts but can't think of anything.

"Or what?" I sneer.

"I'll..." He comes closer.

Butterflies begin to swarm.

His nose against mine.

Lips just centimeters away.

"I'll do this" he says nervously.

His lips meet mine.

The sweet taste of cinnamon splattered across his soft lips. My stomach churns violently.

I never experienced anything like this before.

Not since Harry.

Harry begins to flood my mind. My eyes start to water. No. Shit no.

I pull away.

"What?" He looks horrified as if he punched me.

I fight everything in me and I push the thought of Styles away and I press my mouth against his.

Need is in my touch. And he senses it.

"I love you Reese. I'm here. I'll be there for you. Just say it" his words sting just a twinge but I know it's been stirring in him for a while and he can't keep it in.

"I need you Niall. Please" I whimper.

He chuckles.

And pecks me one more time.

"I love you. I can't stop saying it. I've been saying it for a long time. I love you" he begins to rock me.

My nose in his sweet smelling neck. The stubble on his chin pricking my forehead.

Niall. All this time. Niall.

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