Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 2

***Niall's P.O.V.***

When I woke up in the morning my sense of smell was immediately drawn to the scent of sweet syrup and buttered pancakes. A smile stretched out my lips, leaving little room left on my cheeks. There had only been one day out of the whole tour where I had been woken up to the smell of a cooking breakfast. I wouldn't bother to act like I hadn't missed the simple pleasure of waking up to a delicious meal. Plus, Navaeh wasn't a fantastic cook, but she made some amazing pancakes, bacon, and fried potatoes.

Letting my body guide me rather than my mind, I walked to the kitchen with a hunch much like a zombie. As I rounded the corner, I stopped in the doorway to take a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me. My wonderful girlfriend stood there, clad in one of the shirts that I had left her before tour and some pyjama shorts. My smile seemed to widen even more at the wonderful sight, making me beyond glad that I was back from tour and with her again.

I hummed loud enough to alert her of my presence, knowing that one of her triggers was when someone sprung up behind her. She gave a small hum back, pushing a pancake around in the pan and swaying back and forth every now and then. Slowly, I sauntered over to her and slipped my arms around her waist, weaving my fingers together over her stomach while I pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Good morning, beautiful," I mumbled, pressing a few more kisses to her cheek for good measure.

She giggled, "Good morning, handsome." A chuckle of my own escaped my lips but was largely smothered due to my peppering of kisses. After letting a small silence settle over the room as she flipped the pancake in the pan just before it had the chance to go past a golden brown color, I went to speak again.

"How was the exhibit yesterday?" I questioned, genuinely interested to hear about the graded event. She had been awfully worried about it when we had talked to each other on the phone before my flight; she said that she was scared that her work wouldn't be good enough compared to the other, more experienced, artists in her class. Though I had tried to quell her worries, she seemed to be convinced that it would go horribly (especially since it was stopping her from seeing me the second that I got off the plane).

Navaeh let out a small little sigh, "it wasn't too exciting; I just stood there and talked to people about my piece when they asked. They seemed to like it..."

"Of course they did!" I exclaimed as if any other response would be preposterous, "you spent days on that piece! I saw the pictures; it was bloody brilliant!"

She couldn't help but to laugh a little at that, shaking her head as she pushed around the potatoes in the cast iron pan, "thank you, Niall, but forgive me if I don't really believe that. You're my boyfriend; you're sort of required to say nice things about my art."

"Nuh-uh," I poked at her sides as I protested, trying to get a few more giggles from her, "I am being absolutely genuine when I say it looked amazing." She turned her head so that she could look up at me once my tickling had ceased. Her head rested against my shoulder in an attempt to support her neck as she angled her big brown eyes up at me.

"Thank you, Niall," she muttered, staring into my eyes as her hand continued to absentmindedly push around the pieces of potato. I smiled back at her, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips that I eventually got carried away with. What I had intended to be a sweet and small peck on the lips soon turned into something a bit more drawn out. I couldn't help myself; Navaeh's lips were just so inviting (she had this habit of brushing her teeth almost every other minute and she always made sure to brush after she woke up so kissing her was pleasant; I always had to apologize for myself, though).

My hand fisted at the fabric of the shirt of mine that she was wearing, itching to go to her cheeks or just hold her tightly. Things were slow; it was a fairly innocent kiss that continued sweetly until I went to deepen it and Navaeh pulled away with that scrunched look on her face. It was my cue to either wait for more kisses or brush my teeth immediately. Seeing as the food was almost done and I didn't want to bother with having a nasty mixture of toothpaste after taste and bacon in my mouth, I decided to wait.