Before You Leave Me Today (a One Direction love story)

42. Missing Apparently

Chapter 42:

I glance at the clock as Niall puts our bowls in the sink. I managed to eat the whole sundae. Niall had no problem eating his. He puts his arms around me and lifts me from the counter and throws me over his shoulder. I laugh loudly as he runs down the hallway from the kitchen and up the stairs. He runs down the hallway leading to our bedrooms and bursts through his door.

Niall tosses me onto the bed and falls right on top of me. He breathes heavily. I can feel every part of his body against my own. “That was such a work out,” he complains loudly. His voice is muffled because his mouth is pressed against my shoulder.

  “Niall, get off,” I say.

  “No, I’m comfy,” he says.

  “Niiiiiall,” I try to push him off by the shoulder but he doesn’t move. “Move, fat ass!” I yell.

  “Del, watch the collarbone, ow,” he winces. It’s been about 2 and a half weeks since the crash, and Niall’s collarbone is a lot better. He can play his guitar again in a couple of days.

  “Well if you got your fat arse off of me…”

  “You’re comfy, babe!” he argues.

  “Do the other boys know?” I ask referring to Niall and my relationship. I can’t believe I can say that I am dating Niall. Niall Horan.

He shifts his body so he lies beside me, instead of completely on top of me. His bright eyes stare into mine. “Not yet.”

We lay in silence for a minute until I pick up one of his pillows and smack him across the chest with it. “Whoops,” I say cheekily.

  “Oh it’s on, Morgan,” he says using my last name.

  “Bring it shit head,” I reply.

  “Oh it’s definitely on now,” Niall grabs the other pillow and hurls it at me with his right arm. I duck quickly and it flies right over my head. The pillow sails through the air and hits Niall’s guitar, which sits on the on the other side of the room by his TV. Ni’s white electric guitar falls and hits his acoustic, causing them to both fall from their stands with a thump.

  “My babies!” he yells jumping off the bed. He picks them up in his hands and strokes them gently.

  “You are such a freak,” I say with a laugh. Niall’s iPhone rests on the bed so I snap a picture of him sitting on the floor, stroking his guitars. I open up twitter and tweet the picture. “He missed me and hit the guitars… mwahah ;) -Del xx”  I tweet. You can see the pillow at Niall’s feet, so his followers will get the idea.

  “Did you just take a picture of me?” he asks setting the guitars back on their stands, unharmed of course.

  “Maybe I did,” I shrug. He gets back onto the bed and hits me with his pillow. I fall back onto the bed and stay there. He lies beside me and wraps his arms around me.

  “I love you, Delilah,” he whispers after a few moments. His warm breath tickles my neck as we lie intertwined.

  “I love you too, Niall,” I answer before slipping into sleep.

  “Ow what the—“ Niall’s voice floods my ears. I roll over in bed as he complains loudly. “Damn it,” Niall says.

I rub the sleep from my eyes and roll over to face Niall. Bel, my white cat, stands on his chest, sniffing his face. I burst out laughing at the sight of my cheeky cat.

  “I forgot all about this thing!” Niall exclaims. I pick Bel from his chest and hold her in my lap.

  “Where have you been, Bel? Holy shit I forgot about you too!” I exclaim as I pet her soft head. “Shit, I’m gonna be a terrible mother.”