My Darling ♥

chapter 50

his blonde hair sways from the wind flowing in the open window. his black Ray Ban Wayfarers are identical to mine. except for the small scratch on the side of my left lens from accidentally dropping them on the sidewalk as i was walking to school on day. 

the silence in the car isn't awkward, just unsettling and uncomfortable. i reach towards the radio and switch it on. The 'Midnight Memories' soundtrack blares out of the speakers. his hand darts over and turns it off. he laughs nervously and switches the settings from CD to radio. 

'Story of my Life' started playing and he switched the channel quickly. 'Timber' was playing and he relaxed, putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road. 

i chuckled a little at his awkwardness. i switch it back to CD and he twitches. "what's wrong?" i ask sarcastically. i can't control the stupid grin on my face. 

"i-i.." he sighs "i can't play one of our songs without singing along" 

i laugh. "sorry, i don't mean to laugg but you have an amazing voice. you get millions for using it in front of billions of people. why won't you use it now?"

"well.."

"is it because i'm here?"

".. kinda"

"what's the difference? why can you isng in front of billions of people but you're not able to sing just for me?" 

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"I don't know how else to sum it up. words aint good enough. there's no way i can explain your love. noo" 

i eventually talked Niall into singing one song for me and it leaded to us both singing along to every song on the CD. right now we're on 'Better than words'. 

"it's better than words" he sings. "ooh ooh ooh. better than words. you're drivin me crazay! someone like youuuu, will always be my babayy. you're the best i ever had. hips don't lie. you make me wanna ssssssss" we hiss. 

"one more night. irreplaceable. yeah. crazy, we're crazy" 

"ahhooooo" he howls. i laugh and he does too. 

"i don't know how else to sum it up. cause words aint good enough. there's no way i can explain your love, noo" we sing. 

"ahhooooo" he howls again. 

"i don't know how else to sum it up. cause words aint good enough. (ahhooooo) i can't explain you love, noo"

"everyone tries (they try)" i sing while he backs me up. "to see what it feels like (feels like). but they'll never be right. cause it's better (better) it's better!" i throw my arms up and scream. i can feel his eyes on me. usually, i would care if someone was staring at me but Niall makes me so oblivious to the world and i'm having so much fun with him.. i don't care. he can stare at me all he wants. 

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"we're here" he says as the car pulls to a stop. 

"where are we?" i look around. it looks like we're in an empty parking lot surrounded by short walls. 

"it's an old abandoned drive-in theater" he smiles. 

"why did you take me here?"

"i found this place when we toured here a while ago. now, whenever i'm upset i come here"

i stay silent. i know why he brought me here. this is his special place, and he took me here because i was upset earlier. i feel bad now. i don't understand exactly why i feel bad; i just do. 

he got out of the car and looked around the empty space with a big smile on his face. i got out too. i stood where i was while i watched him walk around. he turns his head in my direction. "come here" he extends his hand out. i walk over to him and take his hand. 

he guides me over to a small dark room and opens the door. i walk in behind him and he closes the door. in the room was nothing except a table with an old fashion projector and some film. the only light in the room was the moonlight coming through a big glass window. 

he lets go of my hand and walks over to the projector. he plays around with some buttons and then pops off the film wheel. 

"what are you doing?" i ask.

"my brother showed me how to work these when i was little" he puts the old film wheel in a trashcan in the corner of the room that i could not see before. he picks up a new film wheel and clicks it onto the small machine. he pushes a button on the side and a bright light shoots through the room and out the window. it hits a giant white screen and black and white pictures play across the giant screen. 

grease was playing. i could tell by the grin on his face he loves this movie. 

he does something else to the film wheel. he twists it a certain way and the pictures fast forward. he stops it at a certain scene, i wasn't able to see what scene it was before he grabs my hand and drags me out of the room and runs out into the parking lot. he stops when we are exactly in the center. 

he lets go of my hand and takes three steps back. "what ar-" i'm not able to finish speaking before he takes my hand again and spins me around and rests his arm on my lower back so i don't fall backwards in one swift move.