accidental [n.s]

16-Waves

I would like to apologize for taking an unexpected hiatus from this book, I had writers block and didn't want to publish half assed chapters. Thank you to those who like the story and awaited an update, x.

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Baggage claim is extremely annoying. I just had an argument with a pretentious woman about my luggage being mine. She just scoffed and walked away after I showed her my name tag on the back of the bag. Ugh people.

As soon as I had turned on my phone, I got all of Harry's slew of messages and calls. What a doll.

"Harry babe," I say over the phone.

"Niall! Where are you?! What side are you on? Are you at baggage claim? What air-"

"Alright love, calm down." I smile.

"Well that's a fucking laugh." He snorts. "I'm in Terminal 1,"

"So am I pet, what are you wearing?" I look around trying to find the proper beaut.

He lets out a laugh at that, "Now you want to sext Niall! Or phone sex should I call it?"

"You twat."

"Ni, I'm looking for you and I can't- where are you damn it," And I can practically hear his pout.

And then I see him standing there, looking all posh and shite. My heart suddenly quickens and wow that fucker was not catfishing he's actually beautiful. His side profile is facing me until he slowly spins around on his boot clad feet, and he finally notices my staring. And God let me tell you how he lit up, it's like a scene from a movie when he starts to run. What a cliché boy. But the smile on his face is like Christmas morning, it's the sound of your favorite song. It's so warm.

He clashes into me like a wave, a wave swallowing me and engulfing me into the sea.

His face is in the crook of my neck and I'm basically supporting both our weight, "Hi I'm Harry" he finally says and looks at me with those gleaming, emerald eyes. Staring into his eyes is like seeing the color green for the first time and understanding and appreciating it's beautiful hue.

"I'm Niall," I barely get it out because he starts peppering my face in kisses.

"I love you and it's so satisfying saying that in person," he mumbles and swiftly kisses my jawline. My hands make their way to his cheekbones and I stare at him for a proper minute.

"I love you," and finally, finally, after what has felt like years of waiting, I kiss him. Cherry soft lips and all. And if that's not the most cliché thing I've ever experienced I don't know what is.

I can feel him grin into the kiss and my thumb swipes across his jawline. Have you ever been out in the cold snow and gone inside and drank a cup of hot cocoa? And sat by the crackling fire, smell of the burning wood sticking to your skin, and you suddenly regain the feeling of your fingertips again and the warmth starts in your core and spreads throughout the rest of your body. For lack of better explanation, that's how it feels to finally kiss Harry. And I never want to let go of that feeling. He is that feeling.

When we do pull away, the pout on Harry's face shows disapproval. I kiss his cheek quickly before saying, "Let's go babe,"

Harry is like a leech. He doesn't keep his hands to himself, even hugs me before we get in the car. And I can't complain, it's an absolute delight.

I don't think I can love him anymore than I already do, and he proves me wrong when he turns his car on and I hear Fallingforyou blaring through the speakers with the biggest smile on his face.

"Fucking sap you are!" I laugh and his eyes twinkle a bit. I just shake my head, cheeky boy.

And dear god, is he a babe.