Angel on the Streets {shiall}

12

Things were a bit difficult without Camila. He wasn't sure why she'd just run out like that but she wasn't replying his texts or calls. He could only hope this didn't have anything to do with her precious Enzo. But Niall was making up for it way too much, kissing him and hugging him all the time. He felt like he was dating a very clingy man and he guiltily loved it, although he knew it was out of pity.

"I swear to God I would've woken you with a blow job if we were together," Niall muttered lazily. Shawn arched a brow, glancing down at their position. Niall was directly on top of him, the only thing keeping them apart being that he was on his hands and knees. Shawn wanted him closer.

"You're awful, d'you know that? Like... Fucking awful. God... Look, Ni. M'not gonna beg so why don't you just come in here?"

"Mmm but you've got morning breath."

"Well yeah but it's not like we're planning to make out or anything so it doesn't matter."

"How dare you! I was gonna surprise you with that but now, look what you've done." He kissed Shawn's nose and dragged him up, biting his lip. Shawn noticed but didn't say anything, glancing questioningly at the food he'd made.

"You cooked? No room service? That's a first."

"Yeah, well... Uh..."

"Niall, what did you d-"

"I got you an appointment with a therapist person?" Shawn clocked his head to the side, processing that as Niall continued to ramble about how he was worried. He really, really didn't want to mention what happened to anyone, ever again. He didn't even want to think about it, why would he get therapy where all he did was talk about what that man had done?

But there was no way out. He wanted to tell Niall he wasn't ready but truth be told, he was just scared. Scared of what he would have to do to feel better. Scared of how deep and how far back she would go. Niall gave his side a pinch, staring at him nervously and Shawn leaned down, pressing his lips against his jaw.

"Fine. Sure. Just to get you to stop worrying, I'll accept one session. One." Niall jumped, clapping his hands and gave the boy a squeeze. Ugh how did he manage to make him feel like he'd done something amazing? The anxiety practically fell off when he saw how wide Niall was smiling. As long as the Irish man was happy, he knew he'd done the right thing. Although, knowing himself, he'd freak out good and proper the moment he actually had to face the person. "Uh... Ni?"

"Yeah?"

"It's not a man, is it...?"

"Course not." He let out a relieved sigh. "What? Thought I would forget? That's rude. You're one of my best friends, you fucking idiot."

"Wow. I'm an idiot now. Thanks man, I love you."

"I love you too," Niall mumbled gently, kissing his cheek. How did Niall end up casually sitting on his lap? He had no idea. They were being even more affectionate now than they had when they lived together. It's like the time apart, coupled with his overdramatic breakdown, had broken down a lot more walls in a sudden swoop. "Mm and I love this. You should be big spoon more often, I'm smaller anyway."

"Well yes but you love being big spoon. And you bloody know I wouldn't mind but you're always conflicted between the two. Such a picky little child."

"You've grown wings since we last hung out, I see, dove. It's kinda hot, not gonna lie." Shawn rolled his eyes, clearing his throat when Niall shifted against him a bit. Sure, he loved how close they were but the lines between affection and more were blurred sometimes. Like right then, when he could think of nothing else but how close Niall's butt was to a place it wasn't meant to be close to.