Taken and Torn [Niam/Narry/Nouis/Ziall]

Chapter 19: Making Things Okay

Niall’s P.O.V

I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling Zayn’s protective arms around me. Zayn was still in his deep slumber, his stomach moving up and down as he breathes in and out. I chuckled at the sight. He was undeniably beautiful even when he sleeps.

I planted a quick peck on his lips.

Zayn groaned and fluttered his eyes open, battering his perfect eyelashes. “You’re awake.” He smiled, his voice still husky.

“Mmhm.” I smiled at him.

He gave a small chuckle. “Slept well last night?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow.

I nodded. “Of course. I mean, how wouldn’t I?”

Zayn didn’t respond to that. He just gave me a wet kiss on my cheek and stood up, withdrawing his arms that was around me. “Get dressed, Ni. We’re goin’ somewhere today.”

I tilted my head in confusion. “W-Wait…You’re my next date?”

“You seem uninterested.” He looked at me accusingly.

“N-No! No, not like that.” I answered almost immediately. “It’s just that…I mean…” I trailed off. I didn’t know what else to say. “Where are we going?”

“Just get dressed…you’ll see.” He gave me one last wink before opening the door and heading out.

This will be a weird day.

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Niall! Let’s go!” Zayn called out from downstairs. I groaned, I wasn’t done fixing my hair. “Niall! C’mon! We’re running out of schedule!”

“I’m coming!” I yelled. I sprayed a bit of perfume, wore three bracelets and ran outside the room. I walked downstairs and saw Zayn wearing a very casual look. Black shirt, tight skinny jeans and his black converse. “You look…great!” I smiled.

“You seem hesitant in saying that.” He smirked.

I looked down and blushed. Damn, even his smirk makes me blush. Though I think it’s safe to say that his smirk is undeniably sexy and is a definite turn on. “I…I w-wasn’t hesitant. I…I just think y-you’re really…” I breathed heavily then fixed a smile on my face. “I think you look very h-hot and amazing.”

Zayn’s smirked turned into a very genuine smile. He walked close to me until his close enough to hold both my hands. “I may look amazing…but you look absolutely perfect.”

I can feel my face heat up, probably showing that stupid blush. “T-Thanks.”

Zayn squeezed my hand then lead me outside where a brand new gray car was parked.  He opened  the door to the passenger’s seat and waited for me to go inside. As soon as I was in, he closed the door and went to the driver’s seat. He started the engines and soon enough, we’re on the road.

“Zayn…” I said softly.

He looked at me and smiled. “What is it, Ni?”

“Thank you.” I said weakly, only audible enough for Zayn to hear.

“Thank you? For what?” he asked, constantly shifting his attention to the road and to me.

“For comforting me last night…for trying to make me feel okay even though it’s just temporary.” Tears were starting to well behind my eyes again. I’m slowly having that urge to break down and just spill all the tears that I have been holding back inside my eyes for a very long time.