Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Forty Four

I think I'll aim to finish around fifty chapters and as soon as I post the last chapter for this one, Chapter One of the sequel will up straight away so you can read it right after. I don't want to drag the rest of this story on, but I don't want to rush it either. So I'm thinking fifty, but it may be more, may be less.

This one is just a bit of a filler chapter.

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Forty Two

The rest of my week in New York was uneventful and I couldn't keep the whole Niall vs. New York thing out of my mind. How would I tell him? What would he say. I didn't know. Actually, I did know the answer to the second one. He'd tell me to choose New York, being the perfect human being he is. Because that would be in my 'best interests' and he'd say even though he loved me I should chose New York. For my future. No matter how desperately he wanted me to stay, he'd tell me not to. Because he was the perfect boyfriend. And that made it even harder.

I was at Heathrow Airport; and I'd just gotten my bags. Suddenly, I wished I'd packed lighter so I didn't have to lug all this around. But I was a girl; we didn't do light. Niall said he'd be coming to pick me up and bring me to Harry's place but the airport was so crowded I wouldn't be able to see him if he was here yet.

I craned my head over the crowd, trying to look for Niall. I felt like I was taller and I was wearing floral Doc Martens that had added a bit of height, but I still couldn't see him. I'd settled for a comfy look on the plane. Soft cream sweatpants, one of Niall's shirts and the same military green jacket I'd worn at the mall days ago. It was colder in England, but maybe that was because they didn't see enough sun.

It was then that I spotted Niall. I felt my breath constricting in my throat, a small squeak came out. He was standing perhaps 10 meters away from, looking around. Looking around for me. Niall was in a leather jacket, which of course made me want to jump his bones, and his hair was adorably messy. Unlike mine, which after the long flight was probably a bird's nest.

His eyes met mine and I lost it. I couldn't move, but I didn't have to. He was rushing towards me, gently pushing through the crowd. His eyes never broke their gaze on mine. And then he was in front of me. Niall's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in so tight against him it was difficult to breathe. My own arms automatically went around his neck, fingers running through his hair. He smelled nice, the same Armani cologne scent he'd had since I met him, and something was entirely his own. Niall lifted me off the ground a little but a little was all I needed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, closed my eyes and kissed him.

I no longer gave a shit about who was watching this, or taking pictures, or uploading videos and I really didn't care if it ended up in tabloids by morning. Eventually, whether it was by my birthday or by the time I head to uni, I wouldn't be able to do this anymore. He kissed me back with ferocity and I smiled against the kiss when I realized he still gave me butterflies.

Or lips parted gently and I opened my eyes and tried to take a picture with my mind. I wanted to remember this.

"Everybody probably thinks we're just horny teenagers making out in an airport," I laughed as he set me down. I didn't remove my hands and neither did he.

He laughed quietly and forget butterflies or a bubbly feeling, more like being run over with a tank. I missed his laugh and his voice so unbelievably much.