A.M. (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Sixty Six

Darcy's P.O.V.

I hear the door click open and shut. I find myself smiling, thinking that it is Niall. I wipe my hands on the dishtowel and try to keep my enthusiasm hidden as I literally jump on my way to the hallway.

"Hey, baby girl" Niall calls and wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug.

It has been two months since everything happened and I have been recovering steadily. It doesn't bother me anymore to stay alone or to get intimate with Niall. The panic attacks are at bay right now and I seriously hope that I don't experience it anymore. Since one direction is in hiatus right now, I'm in a short break. I have to find another job sooner or later. I don't have to worry about it right now, anyway.

I wrap my arms around his neck and let my fingers play with his soft blonde hair. He sighs into my neck, causing goosebumps to arise on my hands. He pulls back smirking at me, arching an eyebrow. I roll my eyes, failing to hide my grin.

Stupid cute cheeky guy.

Stupid cute cheeky guy that I'm in love with.

I shake my head, removing myself from his embrace but he doesn't let go. He grips tightly onto my waist, sneakily stealing a kiss when I gasped at his sudden action. He chuckles softly, letting his hands rest on my bum.

"I'm in the mood for a shower" he whispers hotly in my ear. I sigh involuntarily when his lips find mine again. He smiles against my lips and let his tongue play with mine. He pulls me closer, my chest against his, lips clashing against each other. I tug at his hair, feeling warm butterflies in my stomach. Niall swallows every breath, every moan that comes out of my mouth and I swallow his.

"Me too" I say, referring to his previous statement. His hands goes around my thighs and-

His fucking phone beeps. Niall swiftly pulls it out of his jeans pocket and excuses himself after quickly glancing at his iPhone screen.

I sigh frustratingly and rake my fingers through my hair. I curse that person who texted Niall and ruined our perfect intimate moment. And then I mentally say sorry to that person for scolding him for no reason.

I sit down on the couch, waiting for Niall to come back. Who would've texted him? Why did he have to be alone to look at his text? I mean, he always answers his calls and texts regarding his work in front of me. He never had the need to do it privately. I wonder who texted that he felt the need to walk away from me-that too when we were kissing- so abruptly.

I cross my legs, relishing the lingering feel of Niall's skin on mine. I touch my lips with my fingers, smiling to myself. Niall has been so patient with me. Everyday, every night, he would sit by me, letting me hold onto his shirt and even sing sometimes if I wanted him to. He never left me alone. He took me out everywhere. We went to loads of places but avoided over crowded parties to keep myself from experiencing panic attacks again. We had many romantic late candle light dinner where we often ended up in the bed together. Those were the times, when I really felt that I have fallen in love with the right person. Even though, I might not admit this to him anytime sooner, he is the person I would like to spend the rest of my life with.

Niall joins me on the couch, his expression contrast to mine. He tries to hide his frown but it is pretty much written all over his face. I take his hand in mine, it is shaking.

"Niall, are you okay?" I ask him, concern laced with my tone. He shakes his head, looking down at the ground.

"Something-something from-uh-from work. Yeah, from work" he says, removing his hand from mine carefully. He avoids eye contact as he stands up from the couch. "I'm just going to take a shower" he says to the ceiling.