Let's Not

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You and Niall just had a stupid fight and are too stubborn to talk about it. You both walk around the house silently, doing whatever you need to do without a word.

Later, around ten o'clock, you decide to go to bed. You go to the bathroom, change, brush your teeth.. and when you're finished you slide in. You toss and turn, and are quite uncomfortable. You have nothing to cuddle up to.

You hate to admit it, but you miss Niall.

You sigh, flip your pillow, and face the opposite way on the bed.

Suddenly, you hear the creak of the bedroom door. You don't bother to look up; you know who it is.

He climbs in the other side, and all you want to do is apologize and lay with him. But now, you two are as far apart as possible...

The night seems to drag on. You don't dare move; your eyes are open, staring out the window, as you try to fall asleep.

But it's no use.

You see the time is now 2 AM. You sigh. You can't take this anymore.

"Niall?" You whisper.

You don't expect a response, but an immediate one comes anyway. "What?"

He sounds grouchy, and tired.

You don't answer him; you feel yourself choking up. And then.. you can't help it, a sniffle escapes.

You throw back the covers and quickly walk out of the bedroom, down the hall, and sit on the top step of the long staircase. You bury your head in your hands.

Suddenly, the hallway lights up.

"(Y/n)?"

You turn your head, and Niall is coming towards you. His eyes are red, his hair is a mess, and his boxers are on backwards.

A snort comes from your mouth, and you try to hide it, but you can't. "Niall, your.." You gesture toward his bottom half.

He looks down and in the dim lighting, you can see his face turning pink. He looks up again and smiles sheepishly. "I couldn't really think clearly..."

You stand up, and slowly walk towards him. He opens his arms up, and you immediately wrap yours around his waist. Your head lays on his chest. "I'm sorry, Niall."

"I'm sorry too, (y/n), lets not fight, okay?"

You look up at him and smile through your tears. He wipes a few from your cheeks. "Okay."

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