Taciturn (Niall Horan)

CHAPTER 24 - The Best Thing

Niall's POV

"You're coming tonight, right?"

"What else should I be doing tonight?"

I chuckle over the phone and I could imagine her rolling her eyes.

"Of course, you'll be here because you love me."

"Where are you getting all of the confidence, huh?" her voice, mocking.

"Just admit it, babe."

"I love you."

I grin to myself like a teenage girl who heard the juiciest gossip in town. And I'm stupid to compare myself to a teenager.

"I love myself, too." I teased and hear her groaned.

"I'll hang this up!"

"Hey, don't do that. I love you more than myself."

She heaved a sigh, "I know. But still, I have to end this call."

"Don't you want to talk to me?"

"Don't pout." she told me and I realized I'm pouting to myself. She knows me well.

"I'm not." I lie.

"I know you are."

"Fine, I was. So are you gonna stay in line."

"I'd love to but I don't want you to get scold by-"

"Horan!"

Proven that I'm like a teenage girl, I screamed and jumped upon hearing my last name being called. I turn around to see Tacey, our new vocal coach and assistant tour manager. Both hands on her curvy hips while tapping her heels against the floor.

"Hello, babe?" I brought up my phone back to my ears.

"Is she there?" her voice so small as if she's afraid to be heard by Tacey.

"Yeah, I'll call you later."

I end the call and shove my phone in my pocket.

"Let's go. We've got loads of things to do." she eyed me.

She leads the way and I follow. Welcome to reality, Niall. I always have time to see Nona but compare to our gate away -which caused me in to trouble- I missed those days. I missed those three days were Nona and I had our own little world. We grilled meats that we burnt or sometimes half-cooked. The campfire we'd made where I sang to her with my guitar while she lay on my lap whilst staring at the night sky, counting the stars.

I remember how she jumped a little when we're watching a horror film that I had to put my arm around her petite body to keep her stable on her seat. She's not afraid of scary movie but she got surprised when she didn't expect the next scene to follow. I also missed that day when it snowed at eight in the morning, and she forced me to get up early just to make snowman. I remember how she undressed me -leaving me to my pants and shirt- so she could dress her snowman. She kept telling me that it was me, that I'm her Irish snowflake; proven with the hay she put on the head of the large snowball to take a replica of my blonde hair. I couldn't help laughing when she put a potato as its nose instead of a carrot. She playfully smacked me in my arms but seriously, I love that piece of art. But what I missed the most was those three nights were I love spooning her and the smell of her hair as I buried my nose into her black hair. And upon waking in the morning, I love how I'd find her cuddling me, lying on my chest with our legs tangled together. It's like those moments that we're inseparable.

I've mentioned earlier that it caused me trouble. Well, the trouble happened when we got home. The trouble was particularly on me. Management gone crazy when they thought I'd gone missing. I didn't tell anyone -of course, except the twins- about the getaway. The lads didn't also have a clue about it. And the fact that I couldn't be contacted which freaked out everybody. We're in a place where phone signals were poor so sorry that I wasn't sorry. I really don't get the management. I mean, it's our break; I'd do whatever I please.