Then Came a Lucky Leprechaun (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Secrets

I woke up to Niall stroking the back of my head. He traced around the material of my tank top.

“Good morning, beautiful” Niall’s gorgeous eyes met mine and I kissed his cheek. He took that as an invitation and deepened a kiss on my lips. I smiled into the kiss and Niall pulled back,

“Too much?” he asked with a little concern in his eyes. I didn’t respond, I pulled his head back into the kiss and tangled my hands in his messy, blonde hair. I moved my hands down his back, which was warm from the sheets that warmed him. He moved his hands down my arms and pulled out of the kiss. We were both breathless, I bit my bottom lip and Niall grabbed it.

“Don’t, it was awesome, love!” he kissed my cheek, and layed back with our hands entwined. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and breathed in his warm scent. Niall raised our hands and played with my small, dainty hands. He was particularly attracted to the small ring on my left index finger.

“What is this from?” he brushed his finger around the ring.

“My grandmother gave it to me” tears started stinging the brims of my eyes.

“Is she in heaven?” his voice cracked. I nodded slowly and he hugged me and I rested my head into his chest.

“She gave it to me in the hospital” I whispered and let some tears fall on his bare chest.

“Is that why you didn’t like the hospital?” he stroked my hair.

“I hate it there” I wiped my eyes and looked up at Niall. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, it was soothing.

“We visited her and I was left alone with her for a little bit. I was at her bedside and she took her favorite ring off her finger and pushed it onto my finger.” I wept onto Niall’s chest.

“Shhh, it’s ok, I’m here. Tell me anything you want, sweetie” he rubbed circles into my back, softly. I hugged his chest and  caressed his soft cheek, he smiled and grabbed my hand, pulled it back, and kissed it softly.

“How’s your forehead?” he asked and yawned, he traced around the soft, fragile skin around my stitches.

“Hurts” I whined like a child and layed back onto the pillow. I closed my eyes, hoping the pain would go away.

“Do you want like a towel on it? Or maybe some water?” he asked and sat up, leaning on the backboard.

“Both would be great” I smiled, gratefully to him and he disappeared into the living room to the kitchen. Minutes later he returned with a glass of ice water and a washcloth, damped with water, in his two hands. He sat beside me and gently placed the washcloth on my forehead, I winced slightly and he grabbed my hand.

“It’s ok” he smiled, warmly at me.

“Can I have some water, please?” I asked quietly.

“Yup, do you want a straw?”

“Yes, please” I whispered, and he grabbed a straw from his pocket.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted one, I grabbed one in case” he chuckled and raised the water to my mouth. I sipped the ice cold water and relaxed my tense shoulders.

“Thank you, Niall, for taking care of me!” I caressed his gentle face.

“I can’t imagine not helping my love!” he kissed my temple, avoiding my hurting stitches. I sipped down some more of the water and layed back down.

I woke up to cold sheets, and I was shivering. I threw off the sheets and wandered off to the living room. The television was flickering disturbing news, I looked around and noticed a sleepy Niall, sprawled out on the sofa. I made my way over to him and stroked his back and arms, he stirred a bit and turned to face the back of the sofa. He had a blanket across his knees and I pulled it up to his chin. I turned the television off and wandered into the kitchen and pulled out a water bottle and poured two cups filled with ice then found Niall still asleep on the couch.