Do you love her, Niall?

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Flashback

"Don't worry, if your looking for Niall he is in my bedroom."

"Your black eye is in my fist." I said looking Rachel dead in the eye.

"I used to be fat with a little head too!" She walked away. I looked down. Saddened.

End of flashback

You were awake in bed with Niall gone. He has been sneaking out almost every night after you had gone asleep. You we awake and not facing the door when Niall came in. You heard him take off his shoes over by the vanity.

"You keep going out in the middle of the night. I never thought I would be so jealous of the night."

"I'm sorry." He said not moving.
You didn't face him just yet.

"I don't want you to be sorry...I just want you to let me in. Even if it has to do with Rachel. If you like her..." I said. He walked over to me and sat at the end of the bed looking into my eyes.

"You think I like her? No. In fact, I dislike her. Hate is a very strong word. A beautiful person told me once." He said looking at you. You smiled.

"Where do you keep going?" I asked sitting up to get full view of him. He put a hand on my thigh.

"I have been going to see this eight year old girl at the hospital. When you were in the hospital she was there. She just walked in and told me everything was gonna be alright. It did." He chuckled. And so did I.

"....She had cancer." He said looking down.

"Had?" I asked really reaching for his answer.

"I tried to save her, but...." He was on the verge of tears.

"Niall." I pulled him in and hugged him with all I had.

"I'm nobody's hero, (your name)." He said into my chest. I shook my head. I lifted his head to look at mine.

"That's not true. Your my hero." I said smiling. I laid my head on the pillow pulling him by his necklace. He was not on top of me; messing with the ends of my hair. I looked at him thinking of what Rachel said.

"Do you think I'm fat?" I asked him. His face looked hurt. Without any second to count he said...

"No, I do not think your fat." He was about to say something but I interrupted.

"Do I have a small head?" I asked messing with his necklace.

"No. I love your head. Come here." He pulled me close. He pulled from the hug and kisses me.

"Don't ever think that again. You are beautiful." He said rolling over while not letting go of me. I smiled and we went to sleep, but not before said...

"I love you, beautiful." He said kissing my lips.

"I love you too, handsome!!" I said while cuddling up to him. With that we fell into deep slumber.

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