out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 57

“Niall Horan!” I burst into laughter as he swings the stick hard and the ball flies so high and it lands somewhere down there. The view is really amazing that I wish to be here as long as I wanted. “Wow, you’re a great golf player.” I praise.

“You try.” He hands me the stick and puts the little ball on the grass.

“I don’t know how to swing it right.” I do as he did. I look to the ball and merely swing the stick. I wait for the ball to fly in the air but there are no signs of it. I look down to see the ball is still right in front of me as I see Niall chuckling by himself. “How considerate of you.” I shoot a glare.

“Let me show you, babe, don’t be grumpy.” His face is red, like holding a burst of laughter. Babe.

“Well I should be.” I say as I place the stick back behind the ball and Niall’s big arms slide through my skin. I flush and try not to smile like an idiot. His arms and hands hold mine as he tries to relax the flexes in my arms and he strokes the skin while relaxing it. “What a movie scene.” I remark.

“Shut up, relax it a bit.” He whispers in my ears as I giggle out loud. He plants a kiss on the back of my ears sending me shivers and I can’t help but giggle. He lifts my hands up in attempt to swing the ball and the ball flies perfectly and it probably lands on someone’s head, because that’s how I pictured it. “That’s how you do it.” He winks as he puts my arms down and slide his arms to wrap me around my waist, holding it tightly.

“Can I have more?” I grin at him behind me.

“Sure, here you go.” He walks to his bag and pass me the little white balls. I do as he gestured me and it flies better than ever. The stick might be a little heavy but it doesn’t matter now. I should be a golf player because I kind of enjoying it now.

“Are you done?” He groans as I swing the ball for the thousandth time.

"Well, you asked me to play golf and it’s your fault that I can’t stop now.” I shout at him as he lays his back on the tree, looking at me for more than 20 mintes now.

“That was my intention but I wouldn’t know you would enjoy it.” He laughs.

“Apparently everything you do is my hobby, now.” I swing the last ball and it flies too far to be seen. “Niall! Did you see that?! That was my record!” I jump cheerily as Niall stands up and runs to me, lifting me by holding my waist with his big arms. “Niall, put me down!” I demand as he starts to tickle me. I laugh and send him assault by kicking and punching him uncontrollably. “Niall, I swrrar to Gpdf!!!” I scream as he keeps on laughing.

“Are you done playing? The ball has ran out anyway.” He sighs as he lays with me on the grass. I catch my breath as I look upon the sky.

“Look, it looks like you.” I point to the clouds above us and try my best to look like romantic movies.

“It looks like pig.” He chuckles.

“Exactly.” I laugh hardly as he starts to threaten me by tickling my neck. “Niall, God, stop!” I run to the tree and stumble. I land my knee on a rock and my skinny jeans scratches a bit, making a red liquid comes out of it. “Shit.”

“Melanie!” He pants, looking down at my black skinny jeans. “I’m sorry.” He looks at me, in full concern.

“Niall, it’s okay, we were just having fun.” I laugh. “All you’ve got to do now is buy me new skinny jeans because this happens to be my favorite one.” I pout, joking.

“Well, we have to fix this first.” He strokes my arm in attempt to make a sweet gesture as he smiles in a pity way.

“I have a band-aid in my purse.” I point to my black purse. He crawls to get my purse and lifts the band-aid to me. I chuckle as he slowly and gently covers the wound and strokes the skin around the wound. He plants a kiss on the covered wound as I watch him in awe. “Niall,” I softly call.

“Yeah?” He looks up to my face.

“Father my children.” I grin at him.

“I would be happy to, Ms. Richards.” He giggles as he leads me to the fabric and lets me lay down on his lap while he lays his back against the tree. We talk nonsense and joke around and I, end up sleeping on his lap. This moment would be my favorite moment. Probably the most romantic, impeccable moment. Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this.