Youforia [N.H]

66

Aycie Locke

September 13th, Montana.

Waking up I can already feel butterflies in my stomach, culprit of excitement of the day.

It's Niall's birthday, he's turning nineteen.

I kinda liked us both being eighteen but you win some you lose some.

He's currently behind me, his arm around my waist and pulling my back into his front and we lay on our sides.

I can tell by how slow his breathing is that he's still asleep and I can't wake him up because it's his birthday... so now I just have to pretend to be a human teddy bear until he wakes up.

I feel like I should also mention the fact that he's requested that because it's his birthday that I don't wear my pyjamas to bed.

After ten minutes of arguing last night I settled if he allowed me to keep my underwear but apart from that I've had to forgo my bra, a shirt and my fluffy pyjama bottoms.

I stay lying down as I look out the window of the hotel room opposite, I managed to check the time on my phone to see it was 9:30am, we did go to sleep quite early, at around 11pm last night because I knew it would take Niall a while to fall asleep because of how excited he was.

I'd go on my phone to entertain myself but I'm avoiding any electronic device like the plague ever since the interview.

Plus these times in the morning are always my favourite parts of the day, I could stay here for hours, soaking up the morning sun shining through the window and heating up my skin, it's so perfectly quiet when all I can hear are Niall's very quiet breaths and all I can feel is his chest raising behind mine, the slow heart beat against my back and his arm weakly hung over my torso. Everything about this time of the day is perfect, I love waking up by his side.

It kinda makes everything worth it, all the hate we're probably getting from the public, the paparazzi and the complete invasion of our privacy.

It's all worth it just for this moment.

It takes Niall until ten am to make his first movement, this consisted of a bit of a louder huff before he pulled me closer and slid his hand over my tummy, moving his head down into my neck before he fell silent again.

I smile to myself and move my hand over his, rubbing my thumb over the back of his hand as I closed my eyes, laying there for another twenty minutes of silence before I felt his hand moving again, moving upwards.

His legs shuffled around until they were tangled with mine, one in between them and the one underneath them which distracted me from his hand that sneaked its way to my chest, his hand covering one of my breasts and I widen my eyes before slapping his hand away, reluctantly laughing when he quickly retracts it and moves it down to my hip instead.

"But it's my birthday" he grumbles very quietly right next to my ear and I smile to myself before flipping myself over to face him.

"Happy birthday" I lean up kiss his forehead as he breaks out into a big smile, nodding his head pridefully.

"Nineteen" he hums to himself, "cool."

"Very cool" I nod in agreement, "how do you feel?"

He glints a mischievous smile before his hands are going back down to my hips as he turns me around again and pulls me back against him, "very turned on."

Something told me he'd be like this, this morning.

"Is that so?" I ask humorously with a smile as his head dips into my neck and he starts kissing my neck, "shouldn't I be kissing your neck birthday boy?"