The Air Between Us • NH

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Song: M83 - Wait

Give your tears to the tide.

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Styles: so, how are you?

Horan: good.

Styles: just good?

Horan: yeah, why?

Styles: Niall, c'mon, tell a guy somethin'

Horan: what do you want me to say?

Styles: fine.

Horan: what?

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Curly: hey.

Cutie: hey, harry, sup!?

Curly: hows it?

Cutie: amazing! hows it with you?

Curly: good, so, did you have fun last night?

Cutie: ooooh, I see what ur doin'?

Curly: are you fxckin kissing me!?

Cutie: kissing, hehehehe

Curly: kidding***

        "So, can I tell him or are you gonna tell him?" Niall thought for a moment, eyes scanning his and Grier's phone. He knew Harry would be the first to ask about their sex-capades, but also knew he loved teasing his mate in the process. So, this one time, he was gonna let him sweat. Shaking his head at the screen, kissing Grier on the cheek, he laid back. "Let em' sweat."

        "You're brutal, but I'm kinda turned on," she looked down at him, his eyes alight with humor. "Oh, really?" She hummed in response. She lied back with him, her face turning into the crook of his neck, leaving light kisses there.

Propping herself up on her elbows, hands cupped and under her chin. "So, what are we doing today?" Her fingers swirling around his covered chest, the sensation giving him shivers. "Well, we have to leave by the afternoon, but we could go down to the beach for a bit." His hand cupping her cheek, thumb caressing the skin. "Would you like that, baby?" Closing her eyes at his touch, her head leaning into his palm, licking her lips. She was sent to a whole new world when it came to his touch now. "I'd like that very much." A small smile appeared on his lips.

Standing, Niall went over to the bag he packed for them. Grier had discovered he packed many of her clothes without her knowing. He said he had done it when she was in school and he had a "day off." He picked out a black sundress with daisies all over it (which she was wearing now,) some flip-flops, white vans (which were being worn along with the dress,) her 1975 band shirt (that Niall had given her for her birthday,) some denim shorts, and three matching bra and panty sets: hot pink, floral, and white, in which he called "innocent white." She blushed at the discovery of them, but wore them with confidence.

His torso was adorned with a white t-shirt, a black and blue flannel (which was lying on the back of the hotel chair.) His lower body looked amazing in loose fitted blue jeans (those that hung off his waist in the right way.) Quite a sight he was, she could stare at him for hours. She might just do that one of these days.

        "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, you gonna be okay?" She pursed her lips at that, scoffing, "I'm not a child, I don't need a babysitter." He shook his head at seeing her with folded arms and pursed lips. Smiling big, he leaned down and gave her a kiss in which she did not return. "Don't pout." Her tongue stuck out at him, he wrinkled his nose back. "I know you're not a child, but I don't want the front desk to call me cuz' you've gotten yourself into some mischief."