His girl; Sequel to SNA

Chapter 24: Him and I

a/n - it's been so long, i know and i'm sorry. you're all stars for waiting this long!

THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT RUDEY DUDEY AT THE END

please comment, as it does loads for my confidence! ♥

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**Olivia's POV**

The month flew by; and I only seemed to be falling deeper in love with Niall.

Rose was better, and this morning she woke me up by pummelling my arm with her fist. "Wake up, Olivia!"

"What?" I snapped, annoyed to be woken up at 7am.

It was my off day at work and I was aiming for another few hours in bed before I took on the job offer Niall had gotten me for photography, all those months ago.

I noticed a faint bruise on Rose's cheek - only visible if you squinted and focused completely on it.

"Me and Zayn...we're back together!" She gave a squeal and lay back on the bed over my legs, a gleeful smile on her face.

I grinned. I couldn't do anything else; Rose and Zayn were together again!

"Oh my God, Rose! I'm so happy for you! Tell me everything." I pulled her up and she sat cross legged on my bed.

Cara was away with Harry for the week, and Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn were all at Zayn's place after his birthday.

"Well, after Zayn's party, he made a toast. You remember, right? He told everyone that I was 'the bravest girl he knew,' and then he kissed me." She smiled and I nodded.

"So we went outside and we talked. First we talked about stupid things. Like how Niall ran around with a lampshade on his head. And then he told me that he loved me. That's when we decided to give it another go."

My smile faded and I pulled her in for a hug, "I told you it would work out. I told you."

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Niall took me out for a meal tonight.

When I say he took me out, I mean we took the next flight to Amsterdam, booked in at a hotel and had a meal there.

He gave me an hour before we had to be at the airport, in true romantic 50s movie style.

"Niall, I don't have enough time to pack!" I laughed at him.

He rolled his eyes and opened my wardrobe, taking a few hangers out and dumping them on the bed. "That'll do. Come on, babe. Before I go on tour again?"

"I hate plane rides." I stated, huffing and crossing my arms.

"But you love me."

After 5 hours I was in Amsterdam, laying on the most luxurious bed, in my infamous duck pyjamas.

Niall jumped, he jumped, on the bed, making me laugh. The TV blared in the background, showing a late night movie which I'd been attempting to watch even though I was more focused on the tweets coming in on my phone.

There were some upsetting tweets, but there were funny ones too.

He turned my head to the side and I felt our lips become closer. They brushed one another before Niall cupped my jaw in his hands, deepening the kiss.

We rolled over so I was straddling him and he pushed my hair to the side, where my neck was now bare. His soft lips began kissing down my neck and I shivered, holding him steady with my hands on his shoulders.

A tremble travelled through my body and Niall chuckled, "I still make you nervous?"

I looked into his eyes and smiled, feeling safe and content with him. "Even now, yes."

He nuzzled into my neck and continued his heart-stopping trail of kisses, until I made way for my confidence and yanked his top over his head, running my finger down his chest.

"Niall." I whispered, closing my eyes as his hands raised my top off, making me cover myself self-consciously.

"It's okay, Olivia. You look beautiful." His eyes glimmered and I smiled at him, a new kind of emotion taking over.

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The stars were bright, even though a lot I'd been told had burned out long ago.

None were as bright as Niall's eyes, no matter how good an argument - they never held the same shine as Niall's did when he laughed, smiled or looked at me in such a passionate way that I became a mere puddle on the floor.
I saw that it was 1am, yet I was wide awake.

Niall snored softly beside me, his left arm tucked beneath the pillow and his right arm resting on the bed.

I smiled and turned on my side - it was strange how he could affect me in so many different ways.

Niall had brought passion, love and honesty into my life; he'd taught me more than I thought I knew, and he brought me to the greatest highs no other could accomplish.

Simply, Niall was. He couldn't be compared as or to a star, for he shined brighter than any constellation.

I realised I was still out of breath, and my mind recalled the previous hour - mixed, heavy breathing and clumsy signs of love. But as they say; the rest is history. It was always going to be me and him.