Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 3

***Navaeh's P.O.V.***

It was so indescribably fantastic to have Niall back at our place; he had brought so much comfort and love along with him (and kisses; don't forget the kisses). He had only been back for a week at that point, and every single day had been filled with cuddling and just mulling about. The feeling of being wrapped in his arms and being comfortable was just amazing, and I wouldn't try to hide the fact that I would gladly just stay in bed with him all day. However, I had to leave the house eventually.

I had been pulling my hair into a half assed pony tail in Niall and I's bathroom when he had walked in only wearing pants (wasn't an odd occurrence; they were the only article of clothing he slept in). He looked at me through the mirror that I was standing in front of and I beamed at him just as I dropped my arms to my sides. Soon, he was coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as he placed his chin on my left shoulder. "What are you getting all done up for?" he wondered, pressing a light kiss to the exposed skin of my neck.

"Just heading out to the mall; I ran out of blue paint for school," I told him with a small hum. His arms tightened ever so slightly when I had let out a sigh of content at the peppering of kisses he had placed on my neck. Niall wasn't exactly out of the 'cuddle all of the time' phase since he had just gotten back from tour. It's not like I had a problem with that—I loved being able to curl up in his arms all of the time—but it got in the way of some things. I knew that he wouldn't let me leave the flat without a few attempts at coercing me to stay inside with him. Deciding to skip the whole ordeal, I went straight to asking the question that I knew would make him light up, "would you like to go with me, Niall?"

Just like I had suspected, Niall's head shot up from the crook of my neck and he sent me a ridiculously wide smile. "I'll go get changed," he practically bounced out of the bathroom and I couldn't help but watch him go with a laugh. He was such a goof, but he was my goof. Before I could snap my fingers, Niall was walking back in with a beanie pulled over his browning hair. His sweatpants and t-shirt made him look so wonderfully cuddly that it was hard to resist the temptation of snuggling up to him and forgetting about getting the paint.

After Niall had gotten some food into his stomach, I managed to pull him out of the house at a sort of reasonable hour. He dragged his feet a little when we got to the mall (not being used to being out of the house and all), but he always made sure to keep our hands together as we walked. Every now and then he would pull me into a random store, leading us away from the path to the art supplies store on the claim that he needed to get something quickly. His right arm was practically being dragged down by bags that he had collected over our time there.

It didn't take long for me to start complaining about being hungry; I had skipped breakfast since I had been intending to make the trip to the mall short. However, because it was a mall, there was no shortage of options for food. Niall and I ended up stopping at a soft pretzel kiosk, having to wait in a line that was considerably long (the pretzels were really good there). As we stood there he had his left arm wrapped around my waist. His middle finger was slipped through the belt loop of my pants right at my hip in an attempt to anchor his hand in place. Absentmindedly, his thumb ran back and forth over the small patch of exposed skin left between my shirt and pants.

I laid my head on his shoulder after letting out a short sigh; the line was moving slowly but surely. There was giggling coming from behind us which meant that some fans had probably found us and were following us or intended to leave us alone and just get food as well. Niall didn't really pay attention to the giggles, and I could tell that he wasn't really in the mood to put up with any fans that day. Maybe he would spare a few hugs and pictures, but he definitely didn't want to be caught up in a crowd. He was also still in that sleepy-cuddly haze that made his eyelids heavy and his expression neutral.