Lights, Camera, Action [N.H]

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once again, biggest apologies for the time between updates. I'm struggling atm but when I'm writing I'm happy :) song of the chapter is The Alchemy by Taylor Swift! (actually listened to it an UNGODLY amount of times writing this one) ALSO! I have edited a little video that I've inserted into the chapter, feel free to listen to it when it pops up (it will help with setting the vibe). 

"You know you don't have to spend all your time with me, right?" I glanced at Niall across the glass table from me. He smirked at me,

"Yes, I know." He looked at his cards between his fingers, "Threes?"

"Nope." I shook my head, and he grabbed a card from the pile in front of us, continuing our conversation that became littered with numbers while we played a game of go fish. Sitting cross-legged on the lounge-room of his hotel room, a small coffee table between us and an irrelevant TV show mumbling in the background. We waited on dinner that Niall had ordered, Chinese food was what we had settled on.

"Why, you got an objection to spending time with me?" He teased, picking up another card. I scoffed, as if I would ever object to spending alone time with Niall in his hotel room.

"Yes. I hate spending time with you. That's exactly why I'm in your room at..." Grabbing my phone to check the time, "7:48 on a Tuesday night."

"Alright," He paused, checking his cards for the best course of action. I took a sip of wine while I waited, a bottle of Moscato apparently now permanently on standby to ensure I was satisfied in his presence, "Where are you excited for on tour?"

"Oh, Niall. You've been interviewed since you were sixteen. Ask me something more interesting, please." I groaned playfully.

"Alright then..."

"Plus, I swear you've already asked me that." I added.

"I seem to forget things in your presence." He whispered. Such a simple sentence, it carried so much weight. I tried to fight it off with a joke, but the way he stared into me soul from the other side of the table made it difficult.

"Oh, you do?"

"Mhm." A moment of silence, I tried to peel my eyes from him. His body leaned against his arm planted on the carpet, his other hand held his cards which he occasionally put down to have a drink.

"It's your turn." I choked.

"What made you want to come here?" He asked after pondering for a minute, finishing his turn without breaking eye contact with me.

"Here?"

He nodded.

"With you?"

"Yep."

"I don't know..." I picked up a card, "Just trying to escape being boring, I guess."

"Can't believe you'd ever be considered boring."

"Not me! I mean, my life. I was trying to escape my life being boring." He smirked at my response like he was waiting for me to finish my thought, "And... I guess, by association, yes. I was trying not to be boring." He sighed, smiling, like he knew he was right.

"Boring can be good."

"Now that's just not true." I responded.

"Oh, really?"

"Not at all." He put his cards face-down on the table, taking a drink like he expected me to elaborate and quickly pause our game. "Maybe for you, boring sounds fun. I bet you'd love to run off into the sunset and do fuck-all sometimes."