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Psithurism:
the sound of the wind through trees.

We left after what felt like an hour passing. The trees moving rapidly through the wind was enough to deem a walk back to cabin nine, full of nothing but warmth.

Niall interlocked our hands together on the walk there but let go to hold the front door for myself and him, leaving me to politely thank him for his routined hospitality. The both of us then changing into our pyjamas in silence.

I walked over to my side of the cabin room unhesitatingly, pulling back the quilts to lay into bed. I watched Niall follow closely behind, pushing my body over to make space for his.

Niall instantly wrapped his arms around me whilst pulling me closer to his body as he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. Kissing the bare skin under my shirt.

"Good night, princess," he mumbled into my neck, breath tickling my skin in the process.

I wrapped my arms around him also. Pressing a faint kiss to his neck as I nuzzled further into the warmth of his body; already falling into slumber so easily.

I missed this.

"Good night."

-

I was first to awake. Already satisfied there wasn't a group session to attend for the early morning and there were more hours I was able to sleep through, right next to Niall.

As on cue he grumbled causing me to turn to face him. A smile brightening his face as his eyes locked with mine. We lean in simultaneously to press our lips against one another's.

I grimace after.

Niall frowns, but continues to card his fingers through the tangles of my hair.

"What? What did I do?" he questions.

"Nothing," the grimace remains prominent. "Just bad breath," I admit.

Niall raises an eyebrow faking a faux gasp. "One day of being my boyfriend and you're already being cruel," he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest simultaneously.

I laugh, covering my nose with my hand before pressing my lips against Niall's again. "I'm sorry, boyfriend," I emphasise, Niall waving me off as he gets out of bed.

"Yeah, yeah," he murmurs before walking towards the bathroom without sparing me another glance.

"I'm sorry!" I call out through a small giggle.

The water running could easily be heard through bathroom door along with Niall's faint shout of a "whatever" response.

-

"Do you want to tell others we're together?" Niall asks as we continue on the to walk towards Liam's cabin entrance.

"The others already think we do, so why not?" I shrug, finding no certain care in anyone finding out about Niall and I.

However, he seemed to, continuing on the current topic.

"But I asked if you want to," Niall states, emphasising the word you.

I let out a breath. "Yes, Niall," I answer. "I would love if people found out we're together."

I pull my hand out of his hold to knock on Liam's front door. Liam automatically answering with a broad smile.

"Niall, Harry," he greets.

Before I could respond to Liam, Niall cuts me off.

"Me and Harry are in a relationship," he announces proudly, smiling as he utters each word.

I roll my eyes at him as Liam laughs fondly saying, "That's great. Congrats guys."

We both respond with a simultaneous thanks as Liam closes his front door, beginning to walk alongside I and Niall to the crafts cabin.

It was great to see Liam have a constant smile on his face, just like when I first met him, after Louis's departure.

It was great to see him out and around the Tape area, back to socialising instead of hidden away in cabin five surrounded with the thoughts of Louis.

We all missed him, but we couldn't sadden ourselves with the goodbye of him.

We quickly arrive to the crafts cabin leaving me to already dread the arrival. I absolutely loathe art, but if Niall enjoyed it I could make a sacrifice for him for an hour or two.

The three of us greet Doug before finding empty seats for us to sit in. I let out a sigh, this hour was going to be long.

-

"We match now," Niall observes the crown of flowers Doug helped me create specifically for him during the crafts session. The contrasts of white and blue flowers placed onto a green stem.

"I still hate art," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest wearing a small frown.

Niall coos placing the crown on his head that messes up his blond quiff. He leans forward to press his lips against mine gently pulling away with a broad smile.

"I still love it, babe," he states.

"Still hate art," I mumble immaturely.

Niall only laughs, collapsing on top of me as I let out a dramatic groan once his body collides with mine.

"You're still an evil boyfriend," he kisses my shoulder.

"Say that again and we're never having sex," I threaten.

"Okay, okay, you're an amazing boyfriend," he says, hands raising up in defence,

"Much better," I smile.

Niall returns the grin, "Can we have sex now?"

"No," I frown.

"Please?" he begs. "I did say you're amazing."

"We've only been dating for a day!" I protest.

"So?" Niall's voice raises slightly. "We've had sex before," he counters.

I groan, "You're right."

Niall's grin brightens. "So we can have sex now?" he asks.

"No," I answer out.

"Damn it."
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