tape → narry au

26 → sockdolager

Sockdolager:
something outstanding or exceptional.

It'd been over a month since I've arrived to the Tape institution and I've found myself slowly altering in a positive way.

The wall I built up for roughy several years was beginning to slowly lower day by day because I had persons to confide in. Persons I had met recently but can trust so easily.

Liam, Louis, Bean, and Niall could-- should only be described as trustworthy, sweet, caring, encouraging, and just- convivial.

The four of them were sockdolager; prodigious. The four, three really, knew prestigious facts regarding myself and they didn't begin to even judge me. If that wasn't an amazing feeling.

I eventually told Louis about my disorder, holding a breath in for the after reaction, but was delighted when all I received from him was a pat on the shoulder. He didn't have any negativities to say which made me to feel remorseful for even doubting him firstly.

Louis was sure I'd only make progress here in my duration at Tape and just like Liam and Niall, Louis was another to add onto the list of confessions. I just wish it was easier to tell others, others I can learn to trust.

Bean was another on the list of adolescents I could trust at Tape. Though she was trusting, it wasn't fully simple to apprise Bean of my habit to starve myself at any exact moment for many reasons: her reaction and our friendship.

I didn't want Bean to react the way Niall had did at the bolder that night. I didn't want to make that mistake again.

Niall wasn't a mistake though his reaction was. He didn't intentionally mean to judge me but that's what it felt like even if we were good now, I didn't want anyone to run away from me like he did nor judge me.

And if I was going to grow a pair and tell Bean, to reach the progress I had my mind set on, I was going to have to ignore all of the doubts I was beginning to have and just tell her. Hoping she wouldn't own up to any of my uncertainties.

There wasn't a sun to awake me for group session like it usually was. Instead I was met with a grey, dull sky in the beginning of July. I ignored the gloomy view, rising from my mattress to ready myself for the day ahead.

By the time I exit from the bathroom Niall's still sleep-- soft snores escaping from his mouth as they filled the usual silence of cabin nine.

I coo at the seldom sound, almost convinced to not awake Niall because of it but since we had group session I had no other choice but to awake him.

I move to his side of the room to sit on his bed as quietly as I could. He didn't stir not once when I was finally sat on his mattress, leaning over to see the full view of a sleeping Niall—

Milky skin coated with a thin line of sweat, mouth agape with soft snores exiting out of the habitat. I kissed the top of his head, running my fingers through the soft nest of hair. He stirred a tad yet his eyes didn't flutter once.

That left me to place a kiss on his forehead just as soft as the prior one, him to stirring around some.

A few forehead kisses later Niall had finally awoke with a broad sleepily grin as he sat up from his mattress. Rubbing his eyes with his fist lazily.