𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

"There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune"
-Shakespeare

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Cameron Still

24th of July, 2015

New Orleans, Louisiana

Niall and I were in his room, sprawled across his bed. Niall was sat upright against the headboard, legs stretched out infront of him as I rested my head in his lap.

Niall was on his phone as I threw a tennis ball I found on the floor up in the air.

"Niall?" I ask, tossing the ball once more and setting it to the side.

He looked up from the screen, locking it and setting his phone on the bed.
"What's up?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Depends on what you're asking, Princess."

I roll my eyes, smiling softly.
"When's your birthday?"

"When's yours?"

I furrow my brows in confusion as he avoids the question. "I asked first."

"Well, now I'm asking. When is yours?"

"April 23rd,"

"That's the same day as Shakespeare's."

I lift my head and look at Niall. "Actually?" He nods. "I never knew that." I go back to laying down staring at the ceiling as I remember useless Shakespeare quotes I learned in middle school.
"'There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune'"

Niall looks down at me for a second, shaking his head as he laughs lightly.
"What's that?"

"Shakespeare quote." I say as I sit up and Niall crossed his legs under him and I move to sit infront of him.

"Sounds like Shakespeare's doing lines." Niall mutters.

"Anyway, you didn't answer my question," I say. "When is your birthday?"

"You can just Google it, you know."

"Firstly, why would I Google it when you're right here? Secondly, I might've already done that and it told me you've never revealed your birthday or something along those lines."

Niall sighs. "Remember how I told you that I was homeless from about the age of 6? Yeah, well, me and my mum would never know what day it is so she thought there wasn't any point in telling me. But it's funny to think that there's some possibility that today could be my birthday and I'll never know it." He explains, smiling at me as he says the last sentence which I giggled at.

"Well, just incase, happy birthday." I say as I notice our faces were increasingly getting closer together. Niall lightly smirks at me, leaning in to kiss me as he held my face.

Niall doesn't kiss me often, so when he does it's unexpected but nevertheless I reply with the same enthusiasm as him.

Unfortunately though, we were cut short as someone knocked at the door, followed by Louis' familiar voice yelling "Niall!"

Niall and I both pull away, looking at the door then eachother. With the way the hotel room was set out, hiding behind the bed like I usually do wouldn't work since there was a perfectly placed floor-to-ceiling mirror which would easily give me away. So instead I opted for the bathroom.

I stepped inside and locked the door, the first thing I see being the bandage on my arm in the mirror's reflection. The "incident" at the club happened 3 days ago and Niall managed to find me more bandages so I wouldn't have the same ones rotting on my arm for God knows how long.