[ girl meets reality ]

the (warm) goodbye

"Okay, that's it." Naia grinned, looking down at a widely smiling Daniel, "You, my darling, have finished listening to all five albums of One Direction." She said, before plopping herself on him, and he gripped onto her, not wanting to let her go.

"Well, finally," he sighed, and he deserved himself a playful smack on the cheek before Naia kissed it better. "I'm joking, baby, yes, they're good. I mean, who would've thought that I would really jam out to Wolves and Right Now."

"I know," she squealed, "did you see me tear up? That's how real it is." She mentioned, making Daniel reach upwards to kiss her cheek faintly.

"Yeah, sure," he murmured, "just like how much you said your love for Calum was real?" he teased, making her shake her head before nuzzling her lips onto his freckled neck.

"Shut up, Daniel." She giggled, brushing her lips against his Adam's apple – making him sigh dreamily at the skin to skin contact. "You do know, I have a presentation tomorrow?"

"Holy fuck," Daniel jolted up, making Naia tumble in laughter. "You didn't tell me that, I mean, it's like three in the morning, Naia." His face was frowning in confusion, a bit freaked out since she hadn't told him that.

"I know, I know, I just don't want tonight to end," she mumbled, "you know we might not see each other after tonight, right?" her face was sad now, and Daniel didn't like seeing that.

"Hey," Daniel cooed, making her look at him as he held her chin with his forefinger, "we will, somehow. There might be some obstacles, and you might be busy, and I'll be busy, but nevertheless – we'll make it together, okay?"

Naia immediately hugged him, not really having anything to say. She knew how her family was, would they actually let her see him again if she told them about him? And if she didn't, would they still meet up somewhere? Was this already having troubles now?

"Just promise me," Naia mumbled against his chest before looking at him, "you won't forget me."

"Baby," Daniel tried to argue but Naia wouldn't have it. "Yes, I will never forget you. I promise."

They remained in place, his hand over her waist, and her arms gripping onto his shoulders, and the both of them tried to stay happy thinking about what were to be – but they deemed to fail each other, their mind thinking of the worst things ever.

"What do you have tomorrow?" Daniel asked, breaking the silence. "Your presentation, what's it about?"

"it's about how cohesion has differences based on cultures, and we made it from song lyrics, it's nothing, I don't want to talk about that," she murmured, "I'm not presenting it anyways, I just have to be there for cooperation since I did all the work."

"That's bullshit, why did you do all the work?" Daniel asked, worry etched on his face.

"I felt like doing it, that's all. Can we please?" she kissed his jaw, before laying on his chest again. "Let's just not talk about that, we'll do that later." If there was to be a later.

"I'll go with you tomorrow," Daniel announced, and Naia quirked an eyebrow at him. "I'll watch you settle your presentation."

"You can't do that, Daniel," she protested, an evident smile on her lips, "you'll get kicked out, there's no way I'm letting you do that."

"Fine," he pouted, "oh, what if I send you outside? Like I'll take the train with you, just so we could spend another ride together." He offered, his face proud of his own suggestion. And Naia seems to approve of it.

"Alright," she smiled, "just because I want to spend more time with you."

"Now," Daniel hushed, before kissing the top of her head, "we sleep. I'll wake you up, okay? We'll get the first train off tomorrow."