Being Told You're Beautiful

Struggles with coherency

Hey guys, sorry it's been so long, like almost a month. IM SORRY.

But y'know.. Christmas and Hogmanay (New Year) and all that..

So yeah. I'm a bit stuck, so have my brain.

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*Hane's POV*

We wandered around the park, just talking. I was worried there might be nothing to talk about and it might be a bit awkward since we texted so much, but it was the complete opposite.

When it got to eleven, we collapsed on the grass (I was secretly thankful it hasn't rained that day), and fell silent. Not in a bad way.

Just in a content way.

Yeah.

Content.

As cliché as it sounds, I felt whole, and a lot better than I had in a while. I sighed and checked my phone. I had to be back by midnight, so I still had time.

23:11.

I squeezed my eyes tight shut, scrunching my face up, concentrating.

Wishing.

Niall chuckled, a low, deep sound. How his Irish accent managed to penetrate his chuckle I will never know, but it sounded magical and leprechauny.

"What is that face for?", he asked me. I mumbled a response, my eyes still shut trying to focus on my wish.

"What was that?" He asked again. I sensed him shifting his weight.

I completed my wish, and opened my eyes, only to be greeted by two sparkling, dazzling blue ones.

And they were incredibly close. To ME. Me, Hane Farlow.

Think, brain, think. Formulate words.

"I.. I.. Wish" I finally managed to speak.

Nice try at coherency there brain, nice try.

He cocked his head to the side slightly in confusion, eyebrows raising slightly.

"11:11. You wish."

That's better brain. High five for you.

"I know. I made a wish myself, just didn't make a funny face whilst doing it" he smirked. "Mind you, you looked adorable."

And then he kissed me.