The long awaited (I think) Niam interaction! This may be the only explicit talk they have until things start happening :) Don't worry because this bitch has plans.
----------
Turning around the corner where Niall disappeared to, my mind goes back to the glimpse of the comment I heard from my father's conversation. Bobby is definitely a human; I smelled nothing otherworldly or demonic on him. And I swear the voice that mentioned Cheryl and her kind was an Irish accent. So how would someone like him know anything about demons? I quickly shake my head to stop my jumbled thought process. My head has been on overdrive since I laid eyes on Niall. Lifting my head up, my legs halt and the breath catches in my throat. I made it to the gardens.
My eyes sweep through the vast bodies of foliage and I get struck with wonder and awe. There are flowers - both native and foreign - blooming in almost every color and size imaginable. I walk down the wide serpentine cobblestone paths and breathe in the abundance of scents. With each sniff, I recognize the subtleties of each different flower. Roses. Lilacs. Lilies. Petunias. Tulips. Orchids. My feet continue to carry me down the winding path as I turn and witness the symphony of colors and smells. Usually, it would be overwhelming for there to be so many scents but they seem to dance together - soft and delicate spins creating melodies and harmonies of the most beautiful song. As I continue to admire the sea of pale yellows, reds, and purples, a new scent seductively wisps through the air. I turn to the left and slight shock crawls its way into my chest. Standing alone in an everlasting field of light pink carnations is a small bushel of aquamarine hydrangeas. Not to sound pompous, but I am very knowledgeable in many different fields (a necessity within the craft of murder) and I know for sure that hydrangeas are not native to England. As a matter of fact, there is no logical reason why this garden holds so many foreign flowers. Before I can overthink the situation, the most delicate harmony of vanilla, cinnamon and lavender dances across my nose. A smirk replaces my subsequent look of shock. I found him.
My nose follows the trail of the scent until it becomes powerful enough that I can feel my body levitating. The angel's scent seems to always make sure that I am in vacuum - completely senseless and blessed with naïvety. Once again just like in the church, the tiniest of giggles breaks my blissful void. My eyes focus on the scene in front of me and I feel the warm tingly feeling in my chest again.
Looking around, I notice that there are multiple cobblestone paths all converging towards a large circle with different colored flower petals strewn everywhere. A cherry blossom tree with the palest pink blossoms is placed at every point of convergence to the circle. Right in the center there is a fountain with water spouting out of an angel blowing a horn. And sitting on the edge of the fountain with his adorable blush caressing his cheeks is the angel himself. He looks up and I swear (and hope) that his eyes brighten a little. Letting out a louder giggle and covering his mouth with his sleeve-covered hand, he waves me over and pats a spot next to him. I smirk and send a playful glare. That cheeky bastard.
As I walk closer until I'm finally standing a half a foot away from him, two faint scents make their way to my nose. I sniff and scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. When it finally registers that the scents are coming from the ground, I look down and see two types of white flowers that I've never seen before. Bushels upon bushels of tiny white floral arrangements surrounds the perimeter of the fountain's bottom.
"Baby's breath and snow whites."
I turn and see Niall standing and smiling, closing the small gap of space between us. In that moment, I take into account that Niall is short. Very short. Short enough his head can comfortably rest on my shoulder. My breath hitches as I stare down into those paralyzing eyes and smile. I conclude that I prefer seeing his smile over Bobby's anytime.
YOU ARE READING
Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
