tape → narry au

48 ← wanweird

Wanweird:
an unhappy fate.

It felt odd saying three effective words to someone still fairly unfamiliar to you, but for Niall and I, it felt almost kind of normal, habitual like.

He murmured it against my lips if he awoke before I in the morning. Or if we were parting ways to separate activities around Tape. He'd even mouth the words directly at me during group sessions thrice a week.

And they always had the same effect on me.

Just hearing 'I love you' in Niall's heavy yet beautiful accent was indescribable. To know he loved me for me, as the real Harry was sacred.

Niall loved me by his own choice.

Niall loves me for the person I really am instead of trying to be, flaws included.

I shared the reciprocated feeling and shockingly, I wasn't afraid to announce it to Niall when others were around us.

Intentionally ignoring banters and snide comments mostly from Ed and Dilan as they mocked us loudly.

Others had different reactions--Liam would smile broadly if either Niall or I would utter the three words. Bean would coo as she rambles incoherently at the two of us. Erupting laughter from everyone surrounding the table. But all the same they were all positive; supportive.

So were Niall and I.

We were headed on a more higher route where there were no quarrels between us, so far. More of a communication developing between us two.

He'd tell me stories of how his addiction started whilst in return I'd share the same information-earning kisses and coddles in return for my 'bravery' in wanting to end the horrid habit in wanting to starve myself.

Then I'd tell Niall I love him for having the attitude in wanting to end his deliberate behaviour. A heated yet gentle snog then appearing not too long after.

All the same I loved it all.

Loved the feeling of having Niall's arms encased around my waist. His face practically buried in my neck as his snores tickle me through the night.

The soft snores that would pass Niall's pink lips. A peaceful look on his face in my peripheral view was an image I'd always have of Niall even once I leave Tape.

I ignore the negative thought creeping in, deciding to focus on the sound of Niall's heartbeat.

The lulling, soft sound thumping against my ear as I lay on his bare and almost damp chest early Monday morning. The late August humidity a great factor to Niall's sweating, but I couldn't find myself caring greatly about the sweat on Niall's already milky skin and half my face because I still loved him the same.

I slowly remove myself off Niall's clammy chest only to run my fingers through his tousled hair. The blond in his hair almost fading compared to the brown in it, nonetheless Niall looked just as fit as he did the prior day.

My fingers develop a pattern as they comb through the minor tangles gently in order not to awake Niall so early, even if we had group session in almost two hours.

His eyes flutter some. The intensifying blue locking eyes with my own fondly. A smile emerging from Niall's lips as he leans closer to press his warm lips against my own slowly, leaving me to savour the unprepared lingering feeling of his lips still pressed against mine.

"Good morning princess," he rasps. My heart fluttering affectionately at the uncommon sound.

"Morning," I voice before moving out of my bed, only to be grasped from my waist by Niall's arm as he pulls me closer to his chest.