Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

I Can Finally Relax...Right? - Chapter 49

It's storming right now and I'm freaking out, but I'm going to try and keep myself together and work on an update!

Sorry it's been such a long wait :/

I don't know why I put the song on the side..It just kind of fits the mood of this chapter..kind of laid back, so sorry if it's boring.

I feel like my writing is getting worse...

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*Niall's P.O.V*

I woke, keeping my eyes closed, and for a moment I was confused. I felt weight next to me, and I couldn't remember why, until I opened my eyes, and saw a beanie right in front of my face. 

We were both laying on our sides, just like we fell asleep. Both of my arms held her close, and there was no space between us, with her head resting just below my chin, on my chest. I could see her eyes were closed as I looked down at her. Her lips were just slightly parted, and both hands rested under her chin. 

I could feel her breathing, as her chest rose against mine. She looked so calm, it was almost shocking how she could've been so stressed out these past few days. I can't help but feel guilty about all of it. She's not used to any of this kind of attention, and I know she hates it, and it's going to be difficult for her to try and stay away from it. 

I slowly pulled her up more so we were face to face, trying to not wake her up. She was so light to move, it seemed like she didn't weigh anything. My eyes traveled down to her arms, looking at her old scars, and the ones from only a week or so ago. It got me thinking if there had been pictures taken of her, where her scars would have been visible, and I mentally prayed that there weren't any. 

I heard a grumbling sound, like one a stomach makes, but it wasn't mine. There was only one other person who it could've been.  How much has she even eaten in the past few days? I know she didn't eat at the airport in Australia, and now that I think about it, she didn't eat at the airport in Hong Kong either. The only thing she ate when we got home was a granola bar. Was that really what she ate all day? 

I looked over behind her on my bedside desk, and saw that the clock read a little after 12 in the afternoon. My shades and curtains were down, so the sunlight wasn't showing through at all, leaving my room pretty dark. 

I returned my eyes back to hers, which were still closed. I figured we should get up so we will actually sleep tonight, too. Plus, I kind of wanted to know if all the other boys were up or not.

I slowly and gently moved closer, and met my lips with hers. When I moved back, I saw that her eyelashes only moved a little. My hand, which was resting on her bare back where her shirt slipped up, traced along her back, and then moved to her stomach where I knew she was very ticklish. I only brushed my lips against hers, trying to be a tease like she always is. It only took a few seconds until I knew she was awake. I could tell she was smiling, trying to hold back a chuckle, as she reached her hands behind my neck, pulling me closer until my lips were firmly on hers. She pulled apart only for a second to whisper "good morning", but then we met again. 

"More like good afternoon," I told her.

I kept tracing my fingertips over her skin, which caused her to pull away from me, trying to push my hand away. 

"Quit it," She whispered, already on the edge of the bed. If she moved any farther, she would fall off. 

"You're going to fall off if you don't stop moving."