Niall Blurbs

Holding Comfort

You hang up the phone, your throat constricting, eyes pricking with tears. You draw in deep and slow breaths. Your best friend's mum has passed on. It was unexpected and not anticipated.

After finally getting your emotions in check and under control (seemingly), you went down to make dinner for Niall and yourself. You needed to hold yourself together.

Niall was rambling on. He noticed that you were just a little off, but Niall could tell you weren't terribly wanting to talk about it. "Babe, t'is is jest a tad salty! Gettin' parched 'ere!" He joked.

It chipped at the small, weak, shield you had put up. The sobs started in your chest, your hands buried in your face, the tears poured unceasingly.

"Y/N?" His brows crease and he gets up and comes over to hug you close to his chest, "Baby, what is it? What's wrong love?" He breathes out, rubbing your back soothingly.

In broken sobs an hiccups, you get through the story of your best friend's mum, but it didn't change the way you felt-if anything it riled you up even more.

Niall carried you to bed and cradled you against his chest, "Hush baby girl, hush." After you had calm down a bit, the soothing set in. "I am so sorry for your loss baby. I know she played a big part in your life. I know she loved you quite a lot as well..." He whispers and kisses your forehead. "You need to be there for your best friend though. She's going to need you now more than ever." He murmurs and uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe at your tears, "We will get through this together." He gets up and heads down to grab the carton of ice cream and bring it back up to you, two spoons. "Let's eat some of our sad feelings and watch a comedy? We will get you a new dress for the memorial." Niall smiles, trying to make sure, you were feeling entirely loved.

Loss is hard. Niall knew that, he knew that you needed to have someone there to be your support. He was going to be that support for you.