Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

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Hey,

So, I've actually considered going through the first like.. 10 chapters a tweaking them a bit, making them no so cliche, and making them better. 

What do you guys think??? Should I just fix them a bit?? It won't change the story at all, everything will be the same, I'll just change a few things I wrote, making them sound better.

Yes or No?

Anyways, I hope all of you guys are doing well! 

Listen to the song on the side? I love it. I've had a recent obsession over Panic! At the Disco. 

I think I'll keep updates for the weekends so then I don't have to worry about trying to get them in around school, and I could either have 1 or 2 updates during the weekend. Maybe 3 if I'm feeling it. 

So here's update 2 (:

I'm going to let you guys know that...I'm not good with writing...romance hahah it's just not really my thing, and I'm kind of dreading when those parts of the story come along :P ughhh

Seriously though, comment about my question???

Love you 

x

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Cole's P.O.V.

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I woke up with weight around my waist, and to my back. I opened my eyes to be met with Niall's. It's as if he pulled me into a hug while we slept. My nose was only about 3 inches from his.

I couldn't help but smile at him. I don't know what it was, but he just looked funny when he slept. He just seemed so vulnerable. He was so calm and quiet, with just subtle breaths. 

I felt like I couldn't move since he was holding me so tight that we were chest to chest. I could even feel him breathe against me. I wanted to move my hands to the his back because I knew that's where he was ticklish. I've done it to him before. I would just barely touch my fingertips to his skin along  the sides of his back. It was my payback since he tried to tickle me all the time, but I'm just ticklish everywhere. 

Instead I just moved my head forward the three inches, so my nose was touching his. I stared right at him, waiting for his eyes to open, and I couldn't help but smile. As I looked at him, I realized just how long his eyelashes were. It's completely unfair how guys had longer eyelashes. Like, really? Why? 

I waited there for about 15 seconds, before I saw his eyes open, and I was met with his bright blue eyes, and he smiled at me.

"What are you doing?"

"Waking you up."

"And this is the way you chose to wake me up?" He asked me.

"It worked, didn't it?"

He didn't say anything and just kept smiling.

"And besides, I can't move thanks to you," I added.

"Well I'm sorry I got cold in the night."

"What's wrong with the blankets at the end of the bed?"

"You were closer," he told me. 

"That's a poor excuse."