Rock Me(A One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 17 Bye Bye Camp, Hello Nialler

<Your POV> Harry comes walking out with a smile. “Okay let’s go.” “Go where,” you ask confused. “To get your stuff. We don’t know when Niall’s gonna be discharged, so I figured we’d drive to get your stuff, maybe get a bite to eat, unpack and get your room together, and then we’ll come back here. It’s Liam’s turn to stay with Niall tonight, so the rest of us will be going back to the flat once visiting hours are over.” “What about Zayn,” you ask worried. “What about him?” “He hates my guts, I think you keep forgetting that.” “Oh, right. Well, he says he’s fine with it. Just give him space and you’ll be fine. He can’t stay away forever, you’re irresistible,” he says winking. You roll your eyes and follow him out to the car. “So where is this camp thing,” Harry asks. “In the middle of nowhere like three hours away.” “Three hours. Holy crap. Okay,” he says shocked, “What’s the address?” You give it to him and he types it into the GPS. You guys start driving, and you roll down your window. Harry turns on the radio and One More Night by Maroon 5 starts playing. You hum along and you hear Harry chuckle. “What’s so funny,” you ask. “You’re a sucky singer he teases.” “BUT BABY THERE YOU GO AGAIN THERE YOU GO AGAIN MAKING ME LOVE YOUUUUUU,” you sing at the top of your lungs. “YEAH I STOP USING MY HEAD USING MY HEAD LET IT ALL GOOOOO,” Harry joins in. “Got you stuck on my body on my body like a tattoooooo, and now I’m feeling stupid feeling stupid crawling back to youuuuuuu,” you both sing together. Harry pretends to shiver in pain at your singing. “I’m kidding, lighten up. You know you’re a good singer.” You smile at him and continue singing while he bangs his fingers on the steering wheel keeping rhythm. The song finishes and What Makes You Beautiful comes on. You roll your eyes and groan. Harry laughs and sings Liam’s part while mimicking his hair flick. You laugh and shove him playfully. *3 hours later* You finally pull into the camp parking lot. “Okay I’ll be back in like 15 minutes,” you say opening the door. “Don’t be stupid. I’ll come help.” He follows you up to you cabin and you start grabbing your stuff and throwing it into your suitcase. “OH MY FREAKING GOD!” Sh*t. Busted. “HARRY FREAKING STYLES!!!!!” “Run,” you shout to Harry. He sprints to the car. You hurriedly gather the rest of your stuff and book it to the car. Harry starts the car, and girls begin to flash him. He hits the gas nearly hitting them. “Put the car in reverse stupid.” He finally makes it out of the driveway and you sigh. “That was a close one.” You drive a little until you notice Harry keeps looking over at you. “What are you looking at?” “Nothing,” he says smiling, “I’m just really glad you’re staying.” “Okay then,” you say turning over in your seat to take a nap. “Wake me up when we’re getting food.” *3 hours later* You wake up suddenly realizing you’re being carried. “Woah, don’t squirm, it’s just me. I was trying not to wake you.” “We aren’t getting food,” you groan impatiently. “Most of the places were closed. It’s really late.” He carries you upstairs and slips you under the covers. “Harry,” you whisper as he turns. “Yeah?” “Thanks.” “No problem,” he says giving you a small smile. You turn over and start to doze off glad to be back from that awful camp.  

<Zayn’s POV> I wake up to someone fidgeting beside me and I quickly jump out of bed. I run out and close the door quietly, barely making an escape.

<Your POV> You hear someone close the door and you look up. You see the covers pulled down. Someone was in you room… Someone was in your bed… ‘Maybe I’m just imagining things,’ you say to yourself. You get up and sneak into the shower. You then get dressed and walk downatairs to see everybody else but Liam and Eleanor eating breakfast around the tv. “Where’s El,” you ask. “She left to go stay with Dani for a couple weeks, you know they’re inseperable,” Louis says. You notice Zayn stairing at you biting his lip, looking worried. You look at him and raise your eyebrow. He looks at you looking disgusted… no actually it looks more like he’s trying to look disgusted but failing epically. Whatever. You turn and facing Harry. “When are we going to visit Niall,” you ask trying to be optimistic. You see Zayn flinch in the corner, but you ignore it. “Well all of us except Niall have an interview about the accident and how he’s doing, but I’m sure he would love some company.” “I don’t have a car.” “Don’t worry about that, we’ll drop you off, then pick you up when we’re done. Sound good?” “Yeah that’s fine,” you say toasting a bagel. An hour later, the boys drop you off at the hospital, and you go in. Liam sits waiting for you. “Is he awake?” “No, but he should be soon. Thanks for coming.” “No problem.” You walk into his room and see him sleeping peacefully. You smile at how cute he looks and pull out your nook. You read for while until you realize he’s watching you. “Oh you’re up,” you say awkwardly. “Yeah, did Liam get to the interview okay?” “Yeah he’s fine. No worries.” He looks at you, then looks away. “Look, I know you don’t want me here, but—“ “Who said I didn’t want you here,” Niall asks cutting you off. “You don’t though.” “I never said that,” he says quietly while slipping into sleep. You go on your tumblr and reblog a couple photos, then turn back to your nook, eventually falling asleep. You wake up and look over at Niall who is staring at you. “What is it,” you ask confused. “Nothing, sorry,” he says awkwardly and you notice he’s blushing. “Can we talk about what happened,” he asks softly. You stand up and move to the chair closest to him. “Niall I never wanted to leave you. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I mean all these memories just started flooding my head all at once, what was I supposed to do? I didn’t think about us… I mean there wasn’t an us… Right?” “There could’ve been.” “Niall we only just met.” “We could’ve pretended it was love,” he says looking at you. “There’s just something about you that makes me want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. You’re just different. I know I barely know you, but I think…” “You think what,” you ask. “I think I kinda like you.” You smile a little. “Yeah? Well, I kinda like you too,” you say sitting back in your chair. “A lot,” he adds. You smile and stare at him. “Can we start over,” he asks. “How about we just pick up where we left off,” you say grabbing his hand. Instead of just holding your hand, he pulls you up into his bed with him and he pulls you close. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you mutter. “I’m fine, morphine remember?” “No, I mean like this. Us. I don’t wanna hurt you.” “I trust you.” You look up at him. “You do?” “Of course.” You see his eyes flutter as he slowly drifts off again and you sigh wanting to talk to him more. *2 hours later* You feel someone nudging you and you  groan. You open your eyes and see two blue eyes. “Niall, what’s wrong?” “Oh nothing, I just wanted company,” he says sheepishly. You laugh. “How you feeling?” “I’ve been better,” he mutters, “You’re making it better though,” he says winking. “Oh yeah,” you say flirtaciously, “maybe this will help too,” you say leaning in. He meets you, and your lips merge together as one. He kisses you slowly and softly like you’re something delicate. You kiss him slowly too making sure not to hurt him. You finally pull away. “Better,” you ask with a smirk. “I think I could use a little bit more of that medicine,” he says micchieveously. You lightly swat him and start to get up. “I like to cuddle too,” he points out. You lay back down and lay your head lightly on his chest. “Now I think I could sleep a little,” he murmurs. “Go ahead, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” “Watch out,” he says falling asleep, “I might become addicted to waking up to your gorgeous face.” You laugh and say, “You’d get tired of that quickly.” He looks down at you. “No you’ve got it wrong. I could never grow tired of a beautiful face like yours,” he says. “Go to sleep you goof,” you say with a laugh. He kisses the top of your head, and you both start to fall asleep with thoughts of each other flying through your minds.