Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 5

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

The hotel room that Niall and I were staying in near the venue was swimming in a euphoric feeling that refused to go away. My head was nestled in the crook between Niall's chin and chest as my arm was wrapped around his waist. His puffs of regulated breaths hit the crown of my head. It was time for us to wake up so that we could get ready for the wedding; we knew that we would have to get up, but neither of us had the will. We were just so comfortable, wrapped up in the downy duvet of the bed that was beckoning us to stay.

"We need to get up," he grumbled with the reluctant tone in his voice being unbearable. There was no doubt that we were excited for the day, but we were just extremely tired. I had been up late the night before due to Elizabeth's hen party, and that meant that Niall was up as well (he claimed that he didn't feel comfortable going to sleep without me there).

I groaned, nudging my nose into the stubbly skin of his chin; he was going to have to shave for the wedding and I couldn't say that I was looking forward to that. His stubble was definitely something that I looked forward to, whether it be running my hands over the little hairs or feeling the scratch against my neck when he kissed the skin there. It was just a welcomed detail. I would miss it at the end of the day.

"Come on, my little mofo," he took in a deep breath after speaking and then wrapped his arms around me so that he could sit up and bring me with him. I was less motivated to get out of bed than he was; I continued to cuddle into his bare chest and let out little whines of protest. With small hums, he rocked me back and forth as best as he could before chuckling and running his hands through my hair, "I would love to stay here with you all day, but we've got to go do our duty," he pestered.

I nodded against his chest, "'m tired, though." He gave another chuckle at that and then started to move again,

"I promised the boys that I'd be at Harry's room by eight." I groaned yet again, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck while my head flopped to the side. My lovely boyfriend didn't even question my clinginess; he only carried me with him to the bathroom as if I was a baby sloth that refused to let go. Eventually, after a few slap silly giggles and bumps into the doorway of the bathroom, we made it into the bathroom and Niall set me down on the counter. To my displeasure, I had to let go of him so that he would be able to shave without hitting my head with his arm.

As soon as he was dragging the razor down his shaving cream covered jawline, I was pouting like a child that had been denied a lollipop. He stopped as soon as he saw the look on my face and pursed his lips at me, "Nah-ah, don't give me that look. You know that it has to go for today." I just continued to pout at him until he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. With a heavy sigh, I let my shoulders slump as I resigned myself to the fact that his beautiful stubble was about to be wiped away. "Chin up; it'll be back in no time," and he tried to lift my chin up just to press his shaving creamed face to mine, but I pushed on his chest with a giggle.

"I can't wait to see you all done up," I commented, crossing my legs as I sat on the counter and watched him shave. He was being careful and slow as to not nick himself on accident. He would hate to show up to the wedding with Band-Aids all over his face. I could see him look at me through the corner of his eye, the edges of his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but just couldn't. Things had been different throughout that month; Addison and I had been talking a lot about intimacy and I was feeling a lot more confident about my body. I had also felt a lot more confident when it came to affection with Niall. Fuck, I practically gave him a heart attack when I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my lace underwear a few nights before.