“All I want for Christmas is youuu,” He sang as loud as he possibly could, forcing laughter out of Natalie’s mouth. He kept going, snapping his fingers with the beat, dancing as best as he could with Natalie on his back.
“Niall, just keep walking!” She laughed and tried to cover his mouth with her hand, yanking it away when she felt his tongue on her fingers.
He threw his head back in laughter as she wiped her hand on his scarf, his legs finally moving forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter and rested her chin on his shoulder. He twisted his neck around as best he could, planting his lips on her temple.
“Good concert?”
“Perfect.”
“I’m telling you, Bublé is the man.”
“I don’t know, your little routine back there came pretty close.” He slightly blushed and Natalie smiled, never taking her eyes off him.
He opened the door and set her in the car, never making her feet touch the ground. He shut the door after her and got in the driver’s seat, turning the heat on high.
“Bublé Christmas concert of this year, complete.” Natalie gave a small smile in return as she rested her elbow on the door and her cheek in her hand. ”What’s wrong?” He asked, expecting a much more enthusiastic response.
“I’m just tired.”
“Nope, nope,” He started shaking his head back and forth, backing out of the parking space, “I’m never tired.”
“I never said you were,” She giggled, shaking her head back and forth.
He turned the radio on, Michael’s Christmas CD beginning to play.
“Still want to listen to this?” Niall asked, receiving no response from Natalie. ”Nat?” He turned to face her and saw her sleeping, her lips slightly parted, her hair draped over her shoulder.
“Hmm?” She asked, startled from her sleep.
“Is this okay?” Niall asked, pointing at the console.
“Niall, it’s fine,” She answered, slightly annoyed, resting her head back on her hand and closing her eyes again. He kept switching his eyes between her and the road, wishing someone else could drive for him.
At a stoplight, he took in every detail he could. He ran his eyes over her hand resting loosely on her jeans, her sweater resting lightly on her shoulders. He noticed the way her dark brown hair curled in different directions, and rested on her back. He noticed the way her lips parted slightly when she slept, and the way her eyelashes curled, her eyelids covering the green eyes he so utterly adored. His loud hums fell to silence as he kept looking over her, completely content. A honk behind him took him out of his daze, and he jumped, noticing the green light staring at him. He pressed the gas again and gently took Natalie’s loose hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her own for the rest of the drive.
She woke up and rubbed her eyes when he parked in the garage, her neck stiff from her sleeping position. She moaned as she started to open the door, unbelievably exhausted.
“No, no, wait,” Niall urgently whispered and opened the door to the house before rushing to her door. ”Come here.” He motioned with his fingers, holding her in his arms like a child. She smiled and turned her face into his jacket, his smell filling her nose. She opened her eyes as he carried her up the steps and she slightly frowned.
“You never put up those decorations.”
She felt a slight pause in his step, and automatically felt bad for even bringing it up, knowing how busy he had been the past few days.
