Decathect (Niall Horan)

Rendezvous.. (part one)

"You goin' somewhere?" Dad asked, as I made my way to the door. I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.

"Um. Yeah." I replied simply. He smiled.

"Where do you go.. When you wander?" He asked, leaning against the door frame. I shrugged.

Did I really want him to know I was going to see a boy in the woods? Maybe I shouldn't tell him the whole story.

"I just wander.. It's the whole concept on 'wandering' you just go where your feet take you." I answered. Throwing in some sarcasm always made my dad less worried, as I've came familiarized with. He knew I would be okay.

"Be careful." He replied.

"I always am." I said, giving a thumbs up.

"Take Begley with you." He said, pointing to the pup sitting patiently on the steps.

"I think I'll leave him home this time."

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Walking down the familiar pathway, I had hoped Niall would listen and meet me here.

I didn't know if I should ask him to give me answers again. Because it just confused me last time.

But since I was one to take in information, differently than others, I knew he was here.

"Hey." I whispered. If anything, I had came to learn that even by speaking lowly, he could hear me.

I didn't know if it was because I wasn't actually whispering like I thought I was, or if he had supersonic hearing.

I'm going to bet the first one.

"Sophia." I heard the Irish whisper.

I was happy he met me here. It was weird, but I liked to spend time with him. I felt as if I could let him in on my secrets.

Like I could let him read my thoughts. My own personal diary.

"You're happy?" He asked, walking from behind a tree. Cocking his head to the side, a small smile revealed itself on his pale face.

"Of course I am." I said.

"Because?" I didn't want to tell him it was because of him. But I couldn't stop myself.

"Because you're here." It came out like a cheesy pick-up line. But the blush on Niall's face told me he didn't mind.

"I make you happy?" He asked, shoveling his hands in his pockets. I nodded, throwing in a small.

"So could I ask'ya something?" He asked.

"You just did." He smiled.

"But for real this time?" He asked. I nodded and walked closer to him, taking his hand and leading him to the log we always sit on.

I couldn't help but feel how warm he was. Or his heartbeat pulsing through his hand.

"You don't mind.. Spending time with me?" He asked, looking at the sky.

"No." I answered truthfully. His eyes glittered with happiness and I found it awfully cute.

"Do you mind spending time with me?" I asked. I wanted to know if he felt the way I did. He nodded, vigorously.

"Good." I said.

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"There's a letter for you on the table." Dad said as I came through the door. 

"From who?" I asked. I never got letters, even when I lived in America. Dad shrugged and continued to study his sketch.

Trotting into the newly painted kitchen, sure enough there was a little white envelope waiting for my attention on the kitchen table.

Dad's new painting was over the whole kitchen. Different patterns and scenes covered the walls, making the house officially ours.

"Being with him will cause you trouble. It will cause you pain and misery. 

Leave while you can and never look back."

I looked at the front of the envelope, it just stated my name and address, no return address.

Being with who? 

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