Music Saves Lives

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I received several hurtful tweets, but none of them ever hit that hard or made me actually think. Niall can’t be with me just because he feels bad for me. I really prayed that wasn’t true. I looked over at the back of his head. I pushed his shoulder.

“Niall.” I whispered leaning over. He didn’t wake up. “Niall.” I said a little louder nudging him again.

“Wha- what?” he jumped, turning his body. “What time is it?” he rubbed his eyes.

“Ten.” I sat back against my headboard.

“Then why did you wake me?” He snuggled into my side and rested his head on my stomach.

His eyes fluttered shut. “Niall, do you feel sorry for me?” I played with his hair.

“What?” he lifted his head and put his chin on my chest. “Are you joking?”

I handed him my phone and he read the tweet. His face saddened as he read the words. He got up and sat next to me, facing towards me, with one arm over my knee that was sticking up.

“That is far from the truth. Don’t even think that. I love you. No doubts about it.” He reached up and wiped away a tear with his thumb. “You should block her. I will too. Just act like she doesn’t exist to us, okay?”

“But.” I choked out tears. “But it’s not the only one I’ve gotten, but it’s the worst one.” I frowned.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “(y/n), remember you said we wouldn’t let anyone think we don’t love each other?” I nodded. “Then, it applies here.”

“Okay.” I mumbled.

He wiped away more tears and pecked the corner of my mouth. He sat back and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed me harder and his fingers laced into the hair on the back of my head. He moved his lips quickly against mine.

“We have to be quiet, baby.” I said against his neck.

He just nodded and gripped my hips tighter. His hands were warm as they trailed up my stomach and to my chest. We quietly continued to make out until we finally connected completely. Every time we were together it got better. He always found something new that made me feel good. This time it was like the need to be quiet was what made it more fun.

Niall fell back onto the bed panting. “Wow.” He mouth looking over at me and I giggled.

I had retrieved my clothes from the floor and was trying to put them back on. “Niall, put your clothes on.” I whispered, getting back into bed.

He did as I said and laid down next to me, laying his head on my chest.

“Aren’t I supposed to be cuddling you?” I chuckled.

He laughed and looked up at me. “But your boob makes a good pillow.”

I rolled me eyes, “Niall.” I laughed. “How about this?” I pushed him off me and onto the pillow. “There, that’s a pillow.” I chuckled rolling onto my side away from him.

“I see how it is.” I heard him sniffled.

I looked over my shoulder, rolling back a bit. “You faker.”

He quickly wrapped his legs around mine and I turned towards him, and he started hugging my waist. ”Now cuddle me.” He grinned.

I tucked myself into his chest. It was comforting to fall asleep in his arms. I miss it every time we are apart. What I loved almost as much as that was waking up next him.

His body was sprawled out across my bed and I was latched to his torso. I looked up at his face to see his mouth wide open. I laughed to myself and slowly made my way out of bed. I decided I should shower before he woke up, so he wouldn’t be awake alone.