All You Had To Do Was Stay || n.h. [#Wattys2015]

Chapter 32:"This Is The Time Where My Bestfriend Tells Me To Give A Lap Dance..

Chapter 32:"This Is The Time Where My Bestfriend Tells Me To Give A Lap Dance To My Boyfriend"

Skylar Emerson

Niall and I were snuggling on my bed under the duvet, a bowl of popcorn in my lap watching Lion King.

It scares me just how fast things changes between us. It feels like yesterday him and I were throwing fits at each other and hated each others guts.

I placed the popcorn bowl beside me as I looked at him from the TV screen and swing one of my leg over his. I rested my head on one of his shoulder and looked up at him.

"When did you came back?" I asked.

He looked down at me. "I caught the next flight and came to you as soon as possible. Well, technically I went to Mystic house first only to bring my guitar with me. Then there you have me singing on your doorstep in the morning." He goofily smiled at me.

"I'm so pathetic. I ruined your family time. You had to come back for me." I told him.

He frowned. "No, it doesn't matter. I screwed up and it was my job to fix it. My family isn't running away, I can meet them later. But I can't lose you when I just got you."

"I love you."

He smiled at me. He tucked the hair falling on my face behind my ear and softly kissed my forehead.

We watched the movie for a short while before I got up and straddled him.

"What are you doing?" He laughed.

"Remember you once promised me that you'll tell me about your tattoos?" I asked.

"Yeah." He nodded as he rested his hands on my thighs.

"I wanna know them." I said.

"Okay?" He said, confused.

"Now."

He laughed. "Alright then." He said before he leaned up a little and lifted his shirt off from him. He again lied down on the bed. "Which one do you want to know about?"

My eyes looked over his bare chest and arms covered with small tattoos. He didn't have too many tattoos, but enough to cover a certain portion of my smooth body. My fingers traced over a small black heart just above his V-line. "This one?"

"The black heart?" He asked and I nodded. "I got this when my sister died. It's a sign that I'll always love her no matter what."

My eyed saddened at his words. I forgot that it was almost three years now since he lost his sister. "I'm sorry."

He softly smiled. "Don't be."

My eyes went over to the tattoo, probably written in some other language. I traced over the tattoo. "What does it say?" I asked.

"Maura. It's in Arabic."

"You have your mother's name tattooed on you?" I asked, surprised.