Quit (Narry/Heleanor)

[4] Head in the clouds.

Niall falls into the leather seat, it's cushion softening some of his aches momentarily. He moves to fasten the seatbelt and catches a glimpse of his backpack by his feet. His notebook is placed  in there, wedged in between a passport and loads of souvenirs from Melbourne. The urge to document his thoughts is strong. Is a whole day enough? He acknowledges the turmoil of his mind, the way it processes the last couple of days by repeating them over again and over again until he focuses on the phone call, which results into the wild flutter of his heart. It never rests. He needs some rest though. The cushion nearby his head looks fine enough for a goodnight sleep; he brought his own pillow anyway. Niall sighs and stuffs it under his head.

What about love makes us so stupid?
Love?
The magic and electricity? Enchanting our everything.
More like talking to the ceiling in the dead of the night and remembering the spark of the start.
That's more sad than stupid. Yeah, Niall's concludes that he's going to have to write loads of sad songs. Not stupid ones.
He bites his lips and fiddles with the wire of his headphones.
Sitting at the balcony at two in the morning while smoking an excessive amount of ciggies is rather sad too.
Add that to not leaving the house for seven days.
Tripping over empty beer cans on the way to bed is just upsetting . They were not all his though. They were remains of a get together with mates.
Hah, excuses. As if the majority didn't belong to him. As if he didn't  feel empty despite their loud presence, bad jokes and reassuring glances.

He'd rather lack of sincere depth than simply feel all of that.
Would he have that much material to write then? Who knows. He's sure he could've spun some words into lyrics until he would've had enough tracks for an album. Maybe that said album would be on Itunes a lot sooner than October next year.
Conclusion, isolating yourself is just easier than being vulnerable.

Niall floats in and out of consciousness after that. He feels the plane take off, barely hears the security instructions with his headphones still plugged in. It's not like they're news to him, with the band practically flying everywhere during the last tour. He then switches positions from left to right and somehow the armrest digs into his side so he goes back to left. A bit later the cold wakes him up and he throws over his jacket.
He blearily checks the time on his phone,his arm turned in an awkward angle; it hasn't even been two hours yet. He yawns and opens snapchat. Quentin sent him a picture of the sea. 'Already missing ya', it says. Niall replies with a bunch of heart emojis. Quentin quickly responds with ' Sent the other from the toilet window. Been thinking of u while taking a piss. cheers. Xxxx'
Niall grins and rubs his eyes tiredly. He could easily write stupid songs about equally stupid friends though. About parties at the beach, warm embraces from strangers and even warmer weather. About laying in the sun doing nothing while thinking about everything , being surrounded by loud laughs and enough liquor for days.

He dozes off with nothing but perfectly rhymed lyrics about Australia in his mind.
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