Flying in Love (a Niall Horan fan fic)

Chapter 67

Lexi's POV

Niall and I sat in my room for hours talking endlessly about what was going on in my head, and what happened while I was on my little 'vacation.' The time flew by in a snap, and Niall announced that he had to leave and rehearse with the boys, but promised he'd come back later tonight. Consequently, I am now sitting in my room all alone. I decided to open a window to let in some fresh air. The refreshing breeze of Ireland blew against my skin. I took a deep breath, and contemplated on everything. It never happened. It wasn't real kept replaying over and over in my mind. Somehow, these words gave me a sense of relief, yet more often then not it gave me a feeling of sadness. I couldn't decipher this bittersweet emotion that kept building up inside me. It came to point that what really happened and what I dreamed sort of blurred together and got mixed up into a huge cloud that fogged up my head. I sat there on the floor, not understanding what reality was anymore, and it scared the hell out of me.

As you can imagine, words flew and bounced and twirled and ran in my head at thousands of miles an hour until the pain in my head was horrible. So, I got up from the wood floor that was sure to leave a mark on my skin, and went downstairs to get a drink. My dad was at work as usual, and Brian went out to eat or something with his friends. Gee, It's so nice to have my favorite guys here for me after I've been gone for so long...

I took deep breathes to sooth my pain while finding the Advil for my headache. After rummaging through our medicine cabinet, I somehow managed to find some. Then I grabbed a cup and filled it up with water so I could take the medicine. 

It didn't take that long for me to realize that I was alone and had absolutely nothing to do. I need something that can take my mind off things right now. More importantly, I need someone that could take my mind off things. Niall? Busy. Dad? Work. Brian? Out. Maura? Nah. Claire? Claire. I haven't seen her since...well, I don't even remember. Was me falling off my bike really what happened, or was that a dream? Stop Lexi. This isn't helping you. What will? Who will? 

I decided that in order to get better, I need a friend. A new friend. Someone who I can talk to and will understand. Someone who will take me for me and get me. Easier said than done though. It doesn't help that I'm dating a singer in a famous band. Who would want to be my friend and is willing to keep the things I tell her about my relationship a secret? But, what if she is on the same situation I'm in? A celebrity. I needed a famous friend. 

I hurriedly grabbed my cup of water and rushed to my laptop. Because I don't remember my password, I am forced to remake accounts to every form of social media. For hours and hours, I was talking to celebrities, who considered me one because I was dating Niall. Obviously, some where hesitant to respond because I could have been a fake account. That didn't really boost my confidence of finding a friend. After tiring hours or so, I found that social media wasn't a good idea if I wanted a meaningful friendship. Anyway, if anyone responds back to my posts I'll just see it on my pho... I don't have a phone. Riggghht, well what am I supposed to do. I made a mental note to remember to remind my dad about it later.

I looked at the wall, where a big clock hung. It read 5:45. Niall had left around 3:00 and is supposed to come back around 6. My lazy self realized that I've done basically nothing since he's left. Great job Lexi. My head throbbed and begged for relief. I'm no doctor, clearly. So, there I sat not knowing what to do to take care of my headache. Then the question dawned in my head. When was the last time I took a shower? The question made me laugh, yet grossed me out so much. I decided that my streak of no shower days would end right now. With limited time, I needed to take a quick shower and try to look somewhat presentable for Niall. I mean, I probably looked unbelievably ugly sleeping in that hospital bed. But really.

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Surprisingly, I freshened up, changed, did my hair, and applied some makeup and had time to spare. Not really, unless you count three minutes much of spare time. But overall, twelve minutes had to be a world record for shortest time getting ready in order to look presentable for your boyfriend who will get here at six and is probably expecting you to look beautiful because he's spent so long looking at your ugly face in a hospital while you were in a coma. Right? 

The doorbell rang unexpectedly early. Which of course, ruined the fact that I had 'spare time'. I was greeted at the door by Niall....and the boys. Don't get me wrong, I love the boys. But, I was hoping it would just be Niall at the door. "Hey guys!" I said somewhat excitedly. 

"Lexi!!!!!" they replied, while taking me into their arms for one big group hug. 

"Hey, she's mine." Niall said half joking half serious.

The four of them quickly released me from their gripped and awkwardly laughed, not knowing if he was kidding or not.

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The six of us spent the evening watching movies and catching up. I didn't realize how much I missed them. But, you can't really blame me for not remembering them while I was in a coma. Can you?

I peeked at the clock after the movie 'The Vow,' ended. 11:15. My dad came home around eight and went to sleep around 8:30, because he had to go to work early the next day. Brian on the other hand, brought a girl home and they both hung out with us. Him, his girl, Louis,  Zayn, and Liam layed on the carpet fast asleep. Niall was asleep right next to me on the couch, with his arm around my shoulder and his head tilted towards me. I analyzed every inch of his face, thankful that I met such a guy. Thankful that I went on the wrong plane. 

A sudden finger tapped my shoulder, and should I mention, scared the living shit out of me. I made a sudden jolt, and turned to find Harry looking as surprised as me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered looking sorry. "It's fine. Do you need something?" I asked trying to recover and not embarrass myself in front of him.

"Yeah.. Uhm, I was going to ask if. I was wondering if.,"he stuttered. Same old Harry.

"What is it Harry?" I slid from the couch and walked towards Harry, but clumsly tripped over Louis. I probably would've injured him too, if it wasn't for Harry, who quickly caught my fall. His arms wrapped around my waist and brought me to my feet again, where I stood in front of Harry, face to face. We couldn't of been more than five inches away. Our eyes searched each other, and got lost.

Some grumbles and curse words were mumbled from Louis' mouth snapped the two of us out of each other's gaze. I giggled at Louis, and Harry just stood there still holding his gaze on me. When I looked back at him, he snapped out of it and looked away.

"What is it Harry?"

Without warning, he took my hand into his and brought me upstairs into my room. "I need to talk to you," Harry said with worry and uncertainty clear on his face. I nodded my head to signify him to tell me. But instead of saying anything, he kissed me. No warning. No notification. Nothing at all to at least prepare myself for it. I couldn't believe it. He pulled away, and I just stood in my room in shock. Speechless.

AYOOO!!!

I tried making this chapter long, because I feel so bad about not updating in FOREVER. Thank you for waiting for this chapter... I'm not even going to talk about how busy I am, because I feel like I always do. Anyway, I'm going to try to keep updating when I have time. I made a new cover too, It;s not that good but whatever.:P

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