Save You Tonight »n.h«

9

( run on )

"Did you like the kiss?"

He took a step closer. My heart skipped a beat - I know that sounds cheesy but it felt like it. His smell filling my senses. I was becoming numb under his gaze. I felt weak again. I couldn't possibly kiss him again? He was just about a inch away from me - so it looked. My eyes fluttered shut as he brought his hand up to my cheek.

"It's okay if you don't know about it.. I'm not rushing you.." His thick accent clouded my mind, I didn't know what was happening.

Why was I ready to leave ? It was nonsense. For two years I was held captive by a abusive man, and how suddenly I'm saved by a blue eyed beauty. I must say that Niall is a beautiful man. His blonde hair is in a high quiff, not a hair misplaced. The bright blonde contrasted against his tan, and the whiteness of his teeth. His blue eyes always seemed to be sparkling, with a unknown emotion. I never saw someone quite like him - he was unique.

My eyes remained closed, I was startled a bit once I felt a pair of lips softly brush the tip of my nose.

"Thank you.." I managed to say, he removed his hand from my cheek.

I opened my eyes, he stood in a black band tee : The Eagles it read. and a pair of black jeans and a pair of black converses.

"Do you live here alone?" I asked him, seconds after studying his clothing.

"Yep," he said turning to the bowl. He snatched it from the bar. A bowl of melted cheese and a more larger bowl that was filled to the rim with chips. He had plenty more bowls on the bar waiting.

He brushed past me, and went to the glass coffee table that sat in front of the TV. He placed the two bowls down next to each other. I followed, limping slightly.

He brushed past me, heading back to the kitchen to fetch two more bowls. One held cut up strawberries and he other bowl that was smaller, held chocolate dip. I limped to him.

"Not even a dog?" I raise a eyebrow.

"Nope." He brushed past me holding the two bowls.

I finally decided to sit down and rest my leg - because Niall told me to. He finally came to me, where he sat next to me. We begin to watch a scary movie, he even turned out the lights. He sat next to me, staring at the TV. The TV flashes, giving the room some light to see around us. My eyes stayed locked on the side of his face. He helped himself to some nachos.

"Is your mum..." I broke the silence, my voice soft, "alive?"

He didn't look at me. His actions confirming that someway my question hit a nerve deep down inside of him. I helped myself to some cut up strawberries, as the duvet fanned over our lower halves.

"She is," he spoke grabbing a water bottle from the glass table and leaning back next to me, "Dad ain't."

I felt a feeling of guilt. My mother was alive, I had the privilege of having her. My father never really wanted anything to do with me. His father was gone, and even now his mother don't seem to be in the picture.

"What about yours?" He asked, his thick accent a little low. He replaced the bowl of nachos that sat on his lap with a bowl of popcorn. I sat the strawberries down and turned my full attention to him.

"Both of them is alive.. I just don't bother with my dad.." I watched as his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry.. about your dad.."

I heard a low vibration. It was my phone, it sat on the glass coffee table along with the bowls of treats but when I went to answer it I felt a little sick. I answered the text, after looking up at Niall.