Decathect (Niall Horan)

Rendezvous (part 1)

I knew the only way to get Niall to come out was Begley. It seemed weird that him and the dog had a connection. But mans bestfriend right?

"Belgey. Go to the woods and get Niall. Okay?" I told the pup, as if he would obey.

I let him off of the leash, as he sniffed around, he ended up running to the woods of the backyard.

I waited a few minutes then started my "search" for the dog. As I walked farther into the woods, I could hear talking.

It was a deep Irish accent, one that I became familiar with, so I knew it was Niall.

A small smile arised on my face, knowing that I would see him today.

"She doesn't know?" I heard. Stepping behind a tree, and looking at the two males having a conversation.

Well, one talking, the other listening.

Begley was sat on a log, as Niall continued to converse.

"I can't tell.." Niall said, looking down, defeated.

What was going on? I ran my hand down the tree, catching a piece of wood in my skin. I shrieked and sucked on the wound.

Nialls blond head snapped towards me and he trotted over.

"You okay?" He asked, taking my finger and examining it. I nodded and brought my hand back to it's original position.

"Begley got loose again." He said.

"U-Uh.. Yeah." I said. I just wanted to know what exactly went on last night and I wanted answers now.

"Can.. Can we talk?" I asked, chewing my fingernails.

"Uh.. Yeah sure." He said, leading me over to a tree trunk.

"What'cha wanna talk 'bout?" He asked, looking at me.

I couldn't help but notice his eyes. Green towards the pupil, a blue that I've never seen filling the rest of his iris while a navy outlined the circle.

They were absolutely breath-taking and I knew I was staring. But somehow I knew he didn't mind.

"Um.. Well. I just wanted to know what happened last night? Begley went absolutely ballistic, you were acting strange. Then I saw this figure on my porch. You and my dog are creepy close. I'm confused and I need reassurance that I'm not crazy."

He smiled at the last part and nodded a bit.

"You aren't crazy." He said, shaking his head.

"Then explain why I feel like it." I replied. I hated feeling left out. If this had to do with my dog, and myself, I think I deserve to know.

He sat there, thinking. About what? I don't know. But couldn't he open that pretty little mouth of his and tell me why he was on my porch last night?

"I know.. You're impatient, and I'm sorry. But I really can't explain alot right now." He said, standing up and pacing. He began to pat his hands on the side of his leg.

I stood up, standing my ground.

"Then what can you explain?" I asked. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I couldn't help but look at his flushed face. I felt this weird thing bubbling beneath my skin, and I didn't know why.

"I can tell you that we're gonna be seein' lots of each other. And you're gonna want to be with me all the time. And it's not gonna be easy for us to be away from one another." He rambled, walking back and forth.

Did he just confuse me even more?

"That just makes me even more confused!" I yelled. What the hell?

"I'm sorry." He said, walking farther away.

"Meet me here. Later. Okay?" I whispered, knowing he heard me. But did I know if he was going to meet me here? No.

But I had hopes.

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