Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 22

Happy 2014!

Heather

Three weeks later and Dad has finally been moved from ICU down to normal care.  He stays awake for longer than a few minutes at a time, and he can talk in full sentences and can carry on a conversation. He can eat real food and grumbles every minute about being in the hospital and having to eat the food. 

Carmen and I are still there everyday, but we've both gotten to where we get sick of his constant complaining, so we go find our own things to do.  Candice and I have hung out a lot lately after Niall left because he had to go back to the tour. 

Dad's mentioned sending me back on the tour, but every time he brings it up I deny it.  Even though Niall and I are back together – I should have listened when he tried to explain it the first time – I want to be with my father.  These last few weeks we've been closer than we have in the past 17 years. 

"Morning, Daddy."  I call walking into his room and opening the blinds.  He sits up and blinks a few times. 

"Morning, Darling."  He greets.  I give him a hug and plop myself in the chair beside his bed and prop my feet up on his bed. 

"Honey, you need to go back on tour.  This is getting ridiculous.  You need to be with people your own age, not your old man who's cooped up in a hospital room."  Dad starts. 

"But I went out with Candice yesterday!"  I protest. 

"For a whole hour and a half, and then you were back here.  This isn't healthy for a 17-year old.  You need to be out making stupid decisions, learning life lessons, not taking care of your old man.  That's what nurses are for."  He smiles gently.  "I've already made plans for your flight back to America.  You leave tomorrow."  He states without giving me a chance to argue with him. 

I frown and cross my arms.  "No arguing.  This is what you need." 

"Fine.  Where are they right now?" 

"They're in Dallas right now.  They'll be there for a couple more nights."  He tells me.  I tug my phone out of the pocket of my teal shorts and read the last message from Niall that I never bothered to look at.  I ignore the message's contents and tell him that I'll be there tomorrow.  

"Will Paul be at the airport to pick me up?"  I ask.  "Yes.  I've already called and talked to him, too."  "Okay Dad.  If you're completely sure you don't need me any more, I'll go."  I sigh and give in.  I really want to see Niall. 

17 hours after the original plane lifted off from Heathrow airport, the connecting plane landed at Dallas/Fort Worth.  I grab my carry-on, which was the only thing I brought, and stand in the short line in first class.  As soon as my feet hit the carpet of the airport, my eyes start scanning for signs telling me how to get to the pick up spot. 

I eventually find the elevators and the tram I have to ride, and my eyes scan the crowd for Niall.  He obviously came with Paul to pick me up.  My eyes latch onto the blonde hair and sunglasses sitting across the waiting area from me. 

"Niall!"  I yell, starting to run.  His head shoots up and he stands, looking for me.  His mouth turns into a huge grin as he lifts his glasses and runs towards me. 

"Niall!"  I gasp when we reach each other and I leap into his waiting arms. 

"Heather!"  He cries, embracing me in a very tight hug.   I lean back and kiss him.  I kiss him like I've never kissed him before.  It's only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.  It feels like I need to make it up to him for being so hostile about that whole situation and not letting him explain. 

Finally, Paul clears his throat and Niall and I turn our heads and glare at him together.  "Sorry to break up this make out session in the middle of the airport, but we need to be getting back to the bus."  Paul announces.  I release my legs from where they were resting around Niall's hips and he gently sets me on my feet, but he never stops touching me.  His right hand encloses around my left one, and he drapes the same arm over my shoulder, making my arm cross over my chest.  I smile and lean into him as he slings my carry-on over his other shoulder. 

Niall and I climb into the back of the van and I wrap myself around his body, trying to be as close to him as I can to make up for the last month and a half.  We make it to the hotel they're staying at in just a matter of 20 minutes and Niall takes both of my hands and leads me upstairs. 

"The other guys don't know you're back yet, and I want it to be a surprise."  Niall whispers, dragging me to his room.  I smile and dart through the door when he opens it, just in case one of the other boys was to come out of his room.  As soon as the door closes behind me, I push Niall onto one of the queen beds the room furnishes and kiss him very hungrily.  I was the one who messed up in this situation, and he's the one who paid for it. 

"Heather."  He quietly moans after I manage to get his tank top over his head.  His large hands roam my entire body, from my tight tank-top covered stomach, to my bare thighs, which is where they rub while my fingers yank through his hair. 

I can feel his fingers messing with the frayed pieces of fabric on my white shorts on my ass cheeks from where they rode up slightly because I'm straddling him.  I smirk as our tongues fight for dominance, but he wins and flips us over so he's on top.