I could my face get warmer and warmer, I remembered all those memories niall and I had together. You know how they say that when you die, you have a three minute flashback of every wonderful moment you have had, and if I die, like right now, Niall would have been in it, every second. I felt a smile grow on my face. I quickly covered my face with my hands, I kinda do that every time i feel nervous, or sad, or any emotion I don't feel good with, or when I'm about to cry. I heard footsteps coming down to the living room, already knowing who it was. I quickly ran quietly to the living room and jumped on the couch and got a blanket and covered myself with it. You know how some sneaky people close their eyes but are still able to see? Yeah, thats me. I could see Niall walking toward me, with some jogging pants, and grey t-shirt, and socks.His hair was messy, as always. I remember when we were little Niall and I used to have sleepovers, since his aunt trusted us. Well we had pillow fights, told scary stories, and once we watched a scary movie, when we watched it, I got so scared I jumped but Niall hugged me and said "its okay, its just a movie" he said with a smirk. When we went to sleep, and woke up the next day, I would always be up first, and when I saw him, his hair would always be messy. I played with it.
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What about Our Pinky Promise?
FanfictionHow far does a Pinky Promise go for Niall and Darling? How much does it mean to them? Stared out as friends, what will it come to? Can the trust be strong and still there after someone has broken it?