That Magical Summer

Chapter 30

 “Thank you so much,” you spoke quietly into your phone, “Okay…Uh-huh…I’ll be sure to tell him…Thanks again Pat.” You hung up simply smiling to yourself. You went back through the glass door, closing it softly behind you. You walked back into Niall’s room, where he was sound asleep. His legs were sprawled out, exhausted. His hair ruffled to its max, straying off in every direction. His mouth parted slightly, his breathing calm and steady. His arm was outstretched like it usually is, except your body wasn’t lying underneath it. You crawled into bed, eyes watching Niall to make sure he wasn’t awake. You pulled the soft covers back over yourself, shifting Niall over a bit.

 “Mm goodmorning babe,” he growled in a low morning voice fluttering his eyes open to the new day.

 “Ugh. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you-“ he brought you down so he could kiss your lips. Any other day, you would’ve said it was too early for a morning kiss but this one was perfect. Magical. You lay down into his arms, resting your head against his chest.

 “Last night was-“

 “Amazing,” you breathed out memories of the night before flooding back into your brain. No one has ever made you feel so…good. Just plain good.

 “Amazing,” he agreed holding you closer to him. You’ve never felt more in love with a guy. It’s only been a few weeks. And yeah, you rushed things a little. But you wouldn’t change a thing. You knew you had a future with Niall. You knew you weren’t just some summer love.

 “I know what we should do today,” he said kissing your forehead and letting you go so he could get up, “Let’s go back to the other house.” You hadn’t been in there since the day you and Niall had gone to hang stuff…

 “Sure,” you said hesitantly, “I’ll go get changed. Be right back.” You turned to leave but not before he placed a sopping kiss on your lips.

 “Now you can go,” he whispered. He always did that.

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 “Boo!” Niall jumped out from behind the grimy table with a clown mask on.

“Holy shit!” you cried leaping back covering your face. You hated clowns. You shivered. “God there could be a horror movie trilogy based off that thing!” He pulled you in for a tight hug as he chuckled against your hair.

 “Sorry love,” he said. You looked up at him, ripping off the crazy, sinister mask and throwing it across the room.

“Better,” you said satisfied. You let his lips meet yours in another short, sugared kiss. You smiled against his lips as he pushed you up against the table. It was last night’s movie on replay all over again…until your bum crashed against something, causing it to tumble off the table’s edge. Niall pulled away in an impossible attempt to catch it. It clattered to the floor instead, pooling around the musty floor. You ran over to see what it was.

“Whoa. This stuff is so cool,” Niall examined picking up one of the pieces.  

“What is it?” you asked walking over to him.

“It’s some old blocks,” he stated. He was right. That’s all they were. They were simple building blocks, each colored differently with a different letter too.

 M

 I

 G

 C

 A

“It spells magic,” you whispered eerily.

“Whoa. What do you think it means?” he asked looking up at you like a 6-year-old boy who had just found a treasure map.

“I think it just means that this whole room. This whole place,” you took in a shallow breath, “is magic.” Niall looked mind blown, but you weren’t. You knew it. You knew it from the very beginning that this place was special, not only this secret room, but everything. This whole place, this whole summer. 

            Pretty much the rest of the day was spent in this hidden room. You took turns sharing with each other your magnificent findings. There was some pretty weird stuff buried in this place. Everywhere from little trinkets, to toy boats, to old hairbrushes. You started to wonder if you were the first people to find this place. And if the families staying in this house before, found it too. You doubt it. But you could still wonder.

            Niall found a broken up puzzle in the corner of the room under a chair. You spend two hours putting it together. Niall was much smarter than you thought, he has a lot of knowledge and logic for being in a boyband. But that was probably just stereotypical of you to think otherwise. You were pretty bummed though that the puzzle turned out to be a picture of a cat and a ball of purple yarn. It was pretty disappointing. You actually thought that maybe there was some mystical reason why the puzzle wasn’t put together. That it was yours and Niall’s destiny to find out the meaning of the puzzle. I’m probably just going crazy, you told yourself every few minutes. Nothing here contains real magic, well except for…

“Hey Y/N,” Niall called calling you over from across the room, “Remember this?” In his hands was a book. The same red book that you had believed in. The golden writing was still barely visible through the clumps of dust: Horio’s Book of Magic. “This thing is just rubbish. There’s nothing in here I remember,” he said clumsily skimming through the first few pages. Part of you hoped that he come across that one mysterious page with writing, but part of you didn’t. He gave up, throwing the book down harshly to the ground. “Look at this!” You ignored what he said, picking the impotent book up. You felt it around in your hands. “You okay?” he asked.

“Er yeah,” you mumbled back. But he didn’t know. He didn’t know that this book practically changed your life. Call you crazy but this book was what brought you two together. You had wished upon its pages: I want to be with him, because I know we were meant to be together. And those words had never been so true. Even though at the time they were spoken of Liam, you knew well in your heart they were meant for Niall. You looked over at him, so intrigued with an intricate chimes hanging from the dark ceiling. He looked adorable, the way he got so caught up in little things. How he was easily amused. How his tongue slightly hung out in concentration. You smiled to yourself. Whether it was because you loved him so much or because your wish had come true, you don’t know. And no one will ever know. Well it except for Mr. Horio.