Punk Direction (niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 24

When he pulled me to the bathroom of his room, I had no idea what he had planned to do with me. I was expecting him to fill the bathtub or turn the shower on, but he didn’t. He just looked at me. I didn’t knew what he was expecting me to do. I was completely out of my element.

Last time I was here, I felt loved. Loved like I had never felt before in my life, but being here with him brings up memories of that time when I was leaning against his body in the bathtub. Yet, I think having a second shower is a waste of water. Maybe we could just like, wash out hairs… I need to take a bath before I went to bed anyways so there’s no need to have a second bath here. I don’t want to push his kindness, but I can’t show up in my house with my air like that, my mom would kill me.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice a whisper

He was just looking at me until a side smile appeared on his face. He let go of my hand to grab a bench and put it in front of the sink. He sat and I frowned. What did he wanted me to do? He smiled, a side smile again.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked

“I want you to wash my hair!” He shrugged, wrapping a towel around is shoulders

“Why?” I asked

“Because I’ll feel valued!” He said and I felt my heart tightening inside of my chest, in pain.

Why did he felt like he wasn’t valued. I’m sure he is, he’s friends like him, his family likes him, his fans like him… Damn, I like him! So, so much. I looked down, not understanding why he was acting this way.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough, like I can’t make him feel loved… or valued. I’m afraid of not being enough for him and he would get tired of me and… Panic attack. No, just no. He won’t dump you just relax and take deep breaths. But I couldn’t stop feeling sad because of that.

“Here!” He said, grabbing my hand, making circles with his thumb “I’ll go first!” He wrapped the towel he had around his shoulders around mine and carefully walked me to the stool he was sat in.

I sat and, with a hand in my back, he made me lean against the sink. His hands got my hair free from the prison of my hair band and made it fall in the sink. He ran a hand behind my neck, making sure all the hairs were inside the sink and none would be unwashed. I mentally thanked him for that.

And here he is, being caring and cute again and I’m still doubting if I can or can’t make him feel loved. He opened the water, making sure it was warm before he started wetting my hairs.

“I really made a mess here haven’t I?” He asked and I giggled in agreement.

With his hands the shape of a shell and stated spreading water since my forehead till the rest of my hairs. I had my eyes glued on his every move. It was funny how committed to this he was. His eyes never left my hair while he tried to get every single thread wet. His eyes sparkled with the commitment and determination. Probably he felt guilty because of my hair. I couldn’t care less about how it’s going to hand up like. I only care about the moment we had getting my hair like it is.

Niall cleaned his hands in his shirt and, slowly, he put his hands over my knees. I immediately cringed with the touch, escaping from his touch. What’s he going to do?He only smiled sweetly, warning me he wasn’t going to do anything wrong. I still wasn’t very comfortable with the position I knew he was going to put me in. I know he saw me naked, almost completely, but somehow I still feel shy with him. He separated my knees, only a few inches so his knee fitted between my legs.

He supported there so it was easier for him to wash my hair while I was leaning back. Now that my hairs were completely wet (and pasty), he leaned in to grab the shampoo I hadn’t even noticed he had grabbed from the shower. I knew almost everything about his bathroom and his bedroom and his kitchen and his living room, because I spent the most of my time here in those compartments of the house. His shampoo smelled like orange, I think. I was never good with smells, especially fruit.