Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 6

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

I was literally the happiest man in the whole entire universe. My body was jittery, but it was also worn out from a morning filled with... not so innocent activities. Navaeh was charged with energy, though; she had been bouncing around the hotel room happily wearing nothing but the white button up that I had worn to the wedding the day before. It was certainly a sight to behold; I didn't think that I had ever seen something so wonderful and beautiful.

"Niall," she called from her place at the window; I had been starring at her while she looked outside at the beautiful garden that surrounded the hotel.

I yawned before answering, "Yeah, babe?"

She turned towards me the tinniest bit, looking over her shoulder to fully see me, "When did you first realize that you loved me?" There was a quirk at the edge of my lips, a tell-tale sign that I was about to be grinning from ear to ear. However, I didn't answer her right away. I held out my arms to her and gestured for her to come closer, waving my hand back and forth until she was crawling on top of the bed to get to me. I only responded when she was cuddled up against my side, her arm draped over my waist while mine was over her shoulders.

"Well," I drawled out the word until she was giggling against my bare chest, "Do you remember when we had that fight over Cody?" My pointer finger was tracing over her back over the thin fabric of the button up, random patterns being lost as soon as they were drawn out. There was something indescribable about the amount of contentment in that hotel room; it was like there was a haze going throughout the whole place that made you see things through rose colored glasses. Except, the situation was just as great as your mind made it out to be. I never wanted the feeling to wane.

Navaeh guffawed and lifted her head up a little so that she could look at me, "Which one?"

I couldn't help but to laugh a little as well; we had had many arguments about Cody, and I regretted most of them now because of his letter to me. Cody had actually turned out to be an okay guy, and I had accused him of having sinister motives for dating Navaeh because I hadn't figured out my own feelings towards her. "The one where I offered to be your first time," I clarified, remembering back to that night. I had been so insistent, and I had really been up for having sex with Navaeh right there in my flat just to make sure that she was comfortable and loved during her first time. If only I had known about what her fucked up step father had done...

"Oh yeah," she nodded, "I remember that one vividly." Her hand tapped against my stomach lightly before resting there so that she could poke me every now and then.

I took in a deep breath, making her hand rise and fall along with my stomach, "I couldn't stop thinking about why I did it, and then Harry came around the next day and I told him everything. I didn't want to believe that I could be in love with you, but... it wasn't really like I had a choice at that point." My hand that wasn't on her back went to her hand on my stomach and I wove our fingers together to stop her from poking me again. "I almost kissed you that night, you know; then Elizabeth called and it was like I remembered that I couldn't just do something like that."

She let out a light sigh that hung in the air for a moment, "I wonder what would have happened if she hadn't called." I... I had never actually thought about that, really; it hadn't happened and I found it pointless to dwell on the 'what if's of life. However, now the recollection of the events made me revisit the idea of an alternate situation. What would have happened if Elizabeth hadn't interrupted the moment? Would I have kissed her? How many things would be different if that whole ordeal had ended in another way? The world would never know, I guess.

Shaking my head to clear the thoughts away, I turned the question onto her, "What about you, my little mofo? When did you realize that you were in love with me?"

Navaeh looked up at me with a wide smile that showed off some of her teeth, and I was lost in her simple beauty as I stared down at her. She looked marvelous with her chin perched on top of my chest, looking back at me as if I was the key to her happiness. God knows that she was the key to mine. I was only pulled out of my awe when she actually answered, "I had started falling for you months before I realized it, but I couldn't deny that I loved you after I saw you cooking dinner with your mum this past Christmas." Her eyes squinted with her widening smile, and I copied her look just to earn a giggle. Then, the room fell into a comfortable silence where we were both looking back at each other with mutual love and wonder.

My hand pulled away from hers so that I could caress her cheek with the softest of touches; the feather light tickle of her dirty blonde hair brushing over my knuckles made a warm feeling spread all throughout my body. She leaned into my touch by instinct, encouraging me to continue to treat her with such adoration, and I complied because I knew that she deserved nothing less that all of the love that I could give her. My smile only fell when I could see her eyes growing glossy with the beginnings of tears. "Hey now, what's wrong?" I questioned right away, tugging her so that her face was closer to mine and I could prepare to offer any necessary comfort.

She shook her head and laughed a little as if her tears were the funniest thing in that moment. "You just make me feel so loved, Niall... so important."

My heart broke a little when the first tear slipped past her eyelashes and tumbled down her cheek. It landed on my chest, a dash of wetness on the otherwise dry skin. With my lip jutting out to show my displeasure at the fact that she was crying, I shifted away from her so that she would be lying on the bed and I could hover over her. She looked up at me with that smile of hers even though a few more tears had slipped out, and I wiped them away before leaning down to kiss her lips. "You are so important, Navaeh," I told her once I had pulled away. Then, I placed another kiss to her cheek. "There is nothing more important to me than you. And I love you; I love you so damn much."

She sniffled at that, covering her eyes with her forearm in an attempt to hide some of the pink rising on her cheeks. It didn't do much, though, and I could see the way that her lips were twitching upwards into the smile that I had been trying for. My kisses didn't stop; I trailed them down her jaw, mumbling 'I love you' after each and every one. Fingers fumbled over the few buttons that were keeping the white button up closed and covering her otherwise bare body, and they didn't stop until all of them were undone. Her giggles mixed with the ghost of moans that got caught in her throat while my lips travelled lower and lower down her body. And, well, I lived for those giggles so I kept on going.

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