''And this is my room,'' I told him before I opened the door. ''It may be a bit messy, sorry.''
''It can't possibly be worse than mine,'' he said, rolling his eyes.
''Touché.'' I then pushed the door open and let us both in. The white curtains were open, letting the morning sun break through the darkness that once occupied my room. I noticed the slight changes in my room, my mom had probably picked up some things before our arrival.
''It's perfect, no where near messy,”' Niall stated as he looked around, taking in everything around him. A smile tugged at his lips as some photo's appeared in his sight, and he walked over to my desk to take a better look. He grabbed the photo frame that was placed on my desk next to some others. Niall studied it, examining my stilled memory. It was a picture of me and Eliza, a year before the accident had happened. It was probably my favorite pictures of us. This particular photo was also the last photo we shared together. My memories could be foggy sometimes, but I remembered that particular day perfectly.
It had been the warmest day that July and me and Eliza had went out to buy ourselves an icecream with the money our mother had given us. I remembered us fighting over the fact that she wanted the most expensive ice cream on the list which had bothered me. We had continued to bicker the entire walk home and when we had reached to our house, I had been so fed up with her that I had roughly pushed my ice cream in her face, smudging it all over her nose and cheeks. She had been so angry with me, but since I was older I was much stronger than her so she hadn't succeeded in pushing her ice cream in my face. My parents had find it so funny they wanted to capture that moment. 'You'll understand why when you're older'' our mom had told us, clueless of how much this sentence would mean to me years later.
''It's a beautiful picture,'' he said after a moment of silence, the photo frame still in his hand.
''It's my favorite.'' I couldn't help the pain that slide through my voice. ''She was so mad at me, yet she still smiled brightly at the camera. Only if you look closer, you can see a string of my hair in her hands, hardly pulling at it. My mom always says it perfectly resembles our relationship toward each other,, we hated yet loved one another at the same time.''
''I thought you two were inseparable,'' he said a little confused as he set the frame on my desk again. He took a step back, allowing himself to slouch down on my bed as his gaze was still focused on my standing figure..
''I mean, whenever she was around, all I could hear was the two of you laughing, and horse playing. It never seemed like the two of you would be the ones to bicker a lot.''
''Yeah, as we got older the fights reduced and we got along much better. She was, still is, and will always be my best friend.''
It had been such a long time since I had openly spoken about her, I rarely did so. It was comforting yet uncomfortable at the same time. I felt how my emotions tried to surface as Niall looked into my eyes. His eyes seemed to burn into my soul, reading my thoughts and my feelings I didn't even know I had. It was until Niall brushed a tear away that streaked down my cheek that I realised I was crying.
''Sorry,'' I apologized as I rapidly brushed the remaining wetness away that was formed underneath both eyes.
''Hey, don't apologize,'' he said, taking one of my hands in his. ''I'm glad to talk about this. Especially since I wasn't there this year to visit her grave with you and I'm still so incredibly sorry for that. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what.''
His words stirred something inside of me and I couldn't help it when I felt hot tears streaking down my face, making their way down towards my neck.

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Just the Two of Us [Niall Horan fanfic]
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