That Magical Summer

Chapter 34

            You awoke to the snug feeling of getting wrapped with a blanket. Your eyes staggered open to see Niall gently placing your blue, fleece throw over your shoulders.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” you whispered rubbing your eyes. You were still on the beach, in the exact place you were last night. You had fallen asleep in Niall’s arms, being lulled to bed by the turning waves. You had stayed up hours and hours, talking about everything. From your family, your childhood, to even your unthinkable dreams. You told him about your childhood dream of becoming a movie star. You wanted to become the next Miley Cyrus or the next Megan Fox. He told you that he would help you achieve that dream, in any way that he could. He could talk to some people for you. But it all meant nothing. You gave up that dream as soon as you met Liam, and never really brought it up since. And besides he would never be able to help you, if you were parting ways so soon.

“You looked cold,” he said bringing his energy towards you, “I guess we slept here last night.” 

“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” you said honestly. The air was the same crunchy, morning air that you woke to every morning this summer. The skies were a bit cloudier though gloomy, charcoal rain clouds darkening the early sky. “It looks like it’s gonna rain.” 

“We should get inside then yeah?” he stood up, dusting off his shorts and holding out a hand to you. You took it, stretching your joints from the awkward sleeping arrangements. He grabbed your hand as you drew closer to him. You walked in an edible silence for a while before he spoke.

 “I’m sorry Y/N.”

“Niall. Stop apologizing. It’s just making matters worse. I don’t want to be mad at you,” you said to him stopping. He stepped back to face you. 

“But I really am sorry,” he took your other hand, “It’s killing me inside you know? It’s killing me to know that tomorrow morning, I’ll be gone from this place.” You said no to the tears as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips squashed against his as he moved them to perfectly meet yours. Your lips were a bit chapped and dry from the salty beach, but that was soon taken care of.

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“Whip cream meh,” he exclaimed humorously pointing to his mounds of pancakes.

You laughed squirting some of the whipped cream onto them. You grinned as you brought the bottle up, making sure not to miss his nose.

“Oops,” you said playfully.

“Oh no you did not just do that,” he said sassily, wiping away the white fluff from his vision. He grabbed for the can as you quickly pulled away. He lunged forward, trying to grab for it again. He fell off his chair as he reached for the red can hidden behind your back a third time. He flipped on top of you causing you both to tumble roughly to the ground. A bundle of coughs and laughs were exchanged as he settled his shirtless body above yours. You grabbed the emerald snapback off of his head throwing it swiftly across the room causing him to grimace lightly. Before you could protest, his right hand found the whipped cream bottle and was spurting it at your face. You screamed as he clobbered your face in sugary, white gunk. 

“Niall!” you managed through it all. 

“Don’t worry babygirl. I got this,” he smirked as he brought his face down to meet yours, licking off the tadest bit from your nose. You giggled trying to push his heavy weight off of you. 

“Ew that’s gross!” 

“Then let me keep going!” he declared proudly before licking the cream off both of your cheeks. He was just about done before he dove into your lips. Your lips were smothered in the stuff, before his lips kissed it off with a smack. His tongue caught hold of some of the sweet stuff, jamming himself into you without permission. He explored your mouth, up and down, his tongue tasting tender and full of whipped cream. You laughed pulling away from the erotic kiss. You pushed him off of you standing up yourself. 

“Let’s eat,” you said shaking your head laughing. You walked over to the corner of the kitchen pulling off sheets after sheets of paper towels. You started with your hair, tangling out the sticky mess. You wiped your face clean with water, then going to help Niall. He had whipped cream still suffocating his face as you helped him dab it off with the towel. 

“Thank you,” he muttered under your grasp as you cleared him sugar-free. 

“No problem. Thanks for making us breakfast.” 

“No problem. It’s my honor,” he said bowing like your personal butler. You giggled, he’s so silly…

“These are really good,” you said munching down on the still steaming pancakes. 

“Thanks,” he said digging into this own, “It’s my grandmother’s recipe.” You sat for a few minutes, quickly ravaging at each other’s sides. “Oh I almost forget!” he said suddenly wiping his lips with a napkin. He walked over to the fridge, pulling out a large pitcher. Inside the pitcher looked like an intoxication of pee and lemon juice. 

“What is that?” you asked. 

“Okay I know it’s not as good as yours. But I know how much you like lemonade, and I attempted to make some for you,” he smiled pouring you a glass. You shrugged. 

“Thanks Niall. That’s really sweet,” you took a slow, hesitant sip from the glass. You pulled your face into a sour grimace. You puckered your lips, squeezing your eyes shut tight.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked taking some from his own cup. His face mirrored a mere duplicate of yours, his features caving into a scowl. “Okay okay it really is that bad.”

“No no!” you tried to comfort him, “It’s er—great!” You took another large gulp from the cup trying to suppress it’s bitter aftertaste. “See?”

“Let’s not torture ourselves,” he laughed pulling the lemonade away from you. It was really nice that he tried though, knowing that you made perfect lemonade. It was a long shot. Instead, he poured two glasses of orange juice from the carton handing you one. You finished up your meal with minimal food fighting, and a lot of laughter.

“Well…” he sighed, “We better go pack.”

“Yeah. We better go pack,” you whispered.