Crash Love (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Shit. Chapter 33. I honestly never thought I'll make it this far. Hahaha :) Anyway thank you for reading this farr. Hopefully, this chapter doesn't disappoint because I know all the other ones before this was kinda lame.

I opened my eyes slowly, yawning. I haven't slept so well in months. I felt reborn. I yawned, stretching my stiff legs. One quick glance at the clock told me I slept 13 hours - a personal new record. The jet lag must've finally hit me.

"Good morning," Niall says in his sexy morning voice with his adorable Irish accent. He leaned down to kiss me. 

I smile at him. "Good morning," I croak back. I sounded like a dude. I laughed at my own voice and Niall traces my cheekbone lightly. 

"Something funny?" he asks, amused.

"Nothing," I say. I reach up to push back the blonde hair tumbling across his forehead into his  shockingly beautiful blue eyes. Today, they were a beautiful light sky blue. I've never felt happier in years.

"You're so beautiful," he tells me.

"So are you," I add. He smiles as he pulls me closer and. "I'm serious," I tell him. He sits up on his elbows, eyeing me curiously with an adorable half-smile on his face. "I mean, you're so pretty, I want to cry. It's a bit unfair, considering you're a lad. And I'm supposed to be the girl here. And you're so perfect. It's seriously annoying me sometimes."

"Funny, I could say the same about you."

"Well don't," I suggest.

"Stop putting yourself down," he whispers, kissing my cheek. He stares deeply into my eyes. "I'm serious though. Stop it. OK? I don't like it when you do that. You know... say you aren't pretty or beautiful like everyone else but you are. God it's so frustrating. I wish you could see how beautiful you are, from my perspective. Stop picking on your flaws."

"Everyone has them," I add. "It's not my fault magazines are practically created to make girls like me seriously insecure and make them think being perfect with a flawless face and a super skinny body is what everyone should be."

"I personally love your flaws," he adds.

"Hmm? Like what?"

"The way you bite your lip whenever you're nervous or talking about something serious or when something is bothering you." He tapped my lip lightly and I stopped when I realized I was biting my lip without realizing it. He chuckles quietly. "But you are beautiful."

"OK."

He smiles. "Good. Are you hungry? I could get you something. A cup of tea?" he suggests, starting to get up. 

I grab his arm. "No. Stay with me," I beg. "I feel cold."

He looks at me for a long moment. "Cheeky today, aren't we?" he asks, smiling when he remembers that's what I asked him that very day when he held up that skimpy bikini at the beach store. It felt like ages ago. 

"I'm cold," I insist innocently.

He pulls me closer, pulling the comforter around me. "Better?" he asks. I nod and cuddle up to him. He kisses my hair as he starts to hum a tune quietly. I recognize it as Someday by Joe Brooks. I love that song. I think he knows it too. My stomach grumbles loudly suddenly, sounding very much like a dying whale. Or a walrus. "Are you sure you don't want me to get you something?"

"No, shut up and stop ruining the moment," I say. He leans down to kiss me. He's silent for a minute. My stomach grumbles again and I feel like screaming, 'Oh my God, can you not? I'm trying to have a moment with my perfect boyfriend here??' but obviously that would be weird.