A.M. (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Epilogue

Darcy's P.O.V.

I flicked to the next page of the book, trying so hard to concentrate on the book and not on Niall. Niall was seated on the couch beside me. He is writing new songs for his solo album. He told me that it is going to be weird only him singing the whole song. I warned him mockingly not to get used to it.

Niall was wearing a tank top, which is not really helping me concentrate on the book because I can see his taut muscles through that slim shirt. And the fact that he had the guitar on his lap with the pick tucked between his plump lips making him look like a Rock God is also not helping.

I shift uncomfortably on the couch. I tuck my feet underneath me to give myself something else to do. Niall is so deep into writing that he is not even sparing me a glance, which is really starting to frustrate me. I finally give up and and close the book. I might as well find something else to occupy myself.

I stand up from the couch and huff when he doesn't acknowledge me. I walk to the kitchen to get myself something to eat. I start making tea and when I'm pouring it into two cups, I hear Niall strumming the guitar. I can also hear him humming slightly along with it.

I grip the handles of the two cups and walk out of the kitchen and to the hallway. I stall for a few seconds just to admire the view again. He is leaned against the couch, the guitar still perched on his lap. His hair is slightly curled at the top due to humidity. The pick between his lips is abandoned as he uses his fingers to strum the guitar.

Niall finishes strumming a certain tune, a smile spreads across his face. He looks quite proud of himself. And...now he is searching for me. And I look like a creep standing in the middle of the hallway watching him play. But when his eyes catch mine, he just smiles widely, like he knew that this is what he exactly thought I'll be doing.

"Did you just hear that?" he says excitedly and I shake my head with a smile and start walking towards him. I was so into admiring his beauty that I didn't even pay attention to the tune he was playing.

"Do you want me to play it for you?" he asks me as I sit down, placing the tea on the coffee table.

"I'd love to hear that" I reply and when he gets ready to play that tune again, I start pulling my hair up in a bun.

His actions freeze, his hands resting softly on the guitar but not playing. I raise my eyebrows in confusion as I watch him stare at me in complete surprise.

Niall's P.O.V.

I remove the pick from between my lips as I position the guitar on my lap properly, to the show the tune I just composed to Darcy. But when she lifts her hands above and behind her head, I lose my breath. Her shirt lifts up slightly, revealing a pleasing view of her creamy skin. The shirt she is wearing cups her soft breasts perfectly. I could make out the soft curves of her breats as she is tying her hair back.

She is sitting up straight, her whole body in complete view for me. When she breathes out, I breathe in, inhaling her scent. I'm knocked out of my senses as I continue staring at her. I just couldn't rip my gaze away from her beautiful curves which she does not flaunt very much.

The shorts she is wearing is really not covering much of her soft thighs as she folds her leg underneath and turns her complete attention to me.

"Niall?" Darcy's soft voice filled with confusion pulls me out of my day dream and I clear my throat, not really caring if I looked like an idiot for staring at her. She is my girlfriend after all.

"Why don't we discuss about my tune sometime else?" I ask, with a glint in my eyes and she just shrugs.

"Okay. If you want to, we can do something else" she tells me and I nod. We both take the tea off the table and I watch her as she carefully cups the tea in her hand. She slowly brings it close to her lips to take a sip and I laugh silently. She always is catious of its temperatute.