Moments

Rotherham United vs. Rovers

"What are you drawing?" I spun around quickly, covering it up.

"Nothing I want you to see just yet."

"I saw something, you know."

"What?"

"Just an outline. Looks like an eye to me."

"That would be… the entire drawing. I'm doing it for a present."

"You back into the drawing thing?"

"Never grew out of it."

"Who's it for?"

"You'll find out."

I lay in bed, tired, but awake, with Niall already quietly snoring away. Sometimes it would be interspersed with random mutterings. I always held him closer at night than in the day. I found it had become a habit after going out one day together and being separated then attacked verbally. I stood silently, listening to their dark opinions of me. It was like the Pensieve in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. I observed their thoughts as if they couldn't see me. I told Niall they took pictures with me and the such. That was my first lie to him. I don't plan on any more lies to him except to stop him from worrying about me. I don't need him to worry about me. That drawing of the eye, I ponder as I stare at the serene expression, expresses some real events. Vague silhouettes of our times together, a visit through the Pensieve to their thoughts. Other times together also feature in the massive eye project of course, all in what would be the clear blue iris in Niall. I'm hoping to do more than one, some memories, others opening up my inner thoughts. I have no real skill in VA theory but choosing the art medium makes it easier. You don't even have to speak the same language to understand each other. Sometimes it's just for enjoyment. At other times, you can read my mind just by looking at something I've drawn.

I woke up, not daring to move because Niall was probably still sleeping. I'd be too, but for some unknown reason I'm not. He stirred, turned right over to face me. "Oh. You're awake. How long have you been awake?"

"Not long. Didn’t want to wake you up because you were probably sleeping."

"You mean: you like cuddling."

"No, but if the band was to have a massive break, I'd take you to Siberia or something, just to cuddle in a sleeping bag."

"We could always do it outside in the snow if you want. End of the year."

"Do you remember the time we Skyped my parents in Hong Kong and they passed the phone or something, around to half the relatives?"

"I could never forget that in a million years. I was saying all sorts of random things I picked up from you and they were just laughing their heads off."

"I was debating whether I should hang around for some translation exercises or just leave you to ramble on to the relatives. You were managing alright, you know. Cantonese is a very precise dialect and it's harder to learn than Mandarin. Explains why Australian PM or MP, don't know which, Kevin Rudd speaks better Chinese than I do."

"I like your gran quite a lot."

"And I thought that would only come out of Harry's mouth." He let loose the wackiest laugh I had heard from him in a while.

"That was good," he hooted.

"So. Got any activities on for today? There's the Rovers match tonight and we'll have to get going by 4. You know who's coming tonight?"

"Apart from his family, I know Liam and Harry will be there, I don't know what Zayn said but if Perrie wants to come watch he'll be there."

"She'd want to come, I think. Zayn's almost never at the matches and I don't think Perrie would be too impressed by that."