Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

Chapter 18

The phone continued to go off, filling with unread messages and missed calls.

I refused to open them, or answer the hotel door when anyone would knock.

I was too afraid to turn the TV on, worried that it'll be all over the TV.

I can't go through this.

I can't.

I think I was having a panic attack, because my breathing became short and fast, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

I didn't even notice when someone had wrapped their arms around me for a hug, to calm me down.

Once I felt the soothing rubs on my back, and whispered sweet little things in my ear.

I realized my eyes were tightly closed, so I slightly relaxed in whoevers hold I was in, and opened my eyes.

The blonde hair made it clear to who was hugging me.

I sighed, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Its alright, Justin." Niall whispered, still holding me against his chest.

"Sorry." I mumbled, resting my head onto his shoulder as I closed my eyes.

"What for?" Niall asked, sounding shocked.

"Everything." I sighed, feeling worn out. Niall pulled back, shaking his head.

"Stop apologizing, especially for things you shouldn't apologize for." Niall said, beginning to stand up. I rubbed my eyes, yawning a little.

I could hear Niall giggle a little, so I looked up at him tired-ly.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head, holding his hand out for me, "Nothing, you're just really adorable."

"What..." I scoffed, laughing slightly as I grabbed his hand, "I'm not adorable."

"Yeah, you are." Niall smirked, pulling me to my feet. We began walking towards the bed.

"No, you're adorable, I'm sexy. Its how it works." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Why can't I be the sexy the one?" Niall pouted.

"You're Irish, Irish are adorable, cute and all that. I'm Canadian, so I'm sexy, hot, and much more." I smirked back at him. Niall laughed, kissing my cheek before sitting on the bed.

"Don't you think that's kind of, like, racist?" Niall chuckled.

"Racist?" I laughed, sitting beside him, "No, you silly leprechaun." I patted his hair jokingly. Niall scoffed a laugh, playfully hitting my shoulder.

I sighed, smiling as I crawled under the covers of the blanket, and snuggled up near Niall. He laid down beside me, cuddling me over the blanket.

"I have a question..." I said, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Shoot." Niall said, rubbing my arm above the blanket. 

"How'd you get in the room? I thought I locked the door..." I said, licking my lips.

"I have a spare key, remember?" Niall laughed. I shrugged, slowly slipping into a comforting slumber.

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Niall's POV:

I woke up before Justin, so I decided on getting ready for the day. We had to meet Scooter, because he needed to talk to Justin about all that's hit the media.

I don't think Justin knows we have to meet him today, so I'll have to wake him up, and tell him soon.

I sneakily took Justin's shirt from his duffle bag, a blue one with some words scribbled on it.