Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀1-800-273-8255❀

I just want to let you all know now before you start reading that this chapter may be a bit sad. So if at any point it feels too uncomfortable for you to read, it's okay to just skip to the end. I won't feel offended at all, okay? I love you.

M.S.

I woke up with my legs tangled with Niall's. I felt warm. I felt safe. And last night? Last night was amazing. Niall made love to me and it was just amazing. There was no other word for it. I couldn't even begin to imagine another word for it.

I softly kissed his chest before detangling myself from his body and sitting up so I could see the time on his alarm clock. The second that I realized that we were gonna be late for school, I began to shake Niall to wake him.

"Ni! Ni wake up, we're gonna be late!" I nearly whimpered.

I had never been late to school in my entire life. Skipping school was a different category entirely...at least to me it was. I continued to shake Niall until I heard him groan and his eyes slowly opened.

"N-Ni, we're gonna be late!"

Niall rubbed his eyes and I huffed at how slow he was being.

"Niiiiiiiii!" I whined.

"Marcel, it's okay, baby boy," He rubbed his eyes some more. "There isn't school today."

"Yes there is! Ni, cmon!"

"My British prince," He reached out to caress my cheek to calm me. "I can assure you there isn't. There's like a teacher's convention today so there isn't school. Now, come back to bed. Please? I want to just cuddle you."

So I laid back down and cuddled into him; staring up at him as he closed his eyes again.

"You called us out, didn't you?"

I stared at him for awhile and smiled when he did.

"You got me, baby." He chuckled. "I just wanted today to be an us day. A lazy day in fact. Just you and I. We can do anything you want."

I sometimes think that I didn't deserve Niall or that all of this was some big dream. Everyday that went by I would feel like at any moment, I'd wake up from the dream to realize that I wasn't Niall's and he wasn't mine. Or that I still lived with my abusive father and that mother still didn't give a damn about me. I always felt like being with him was too good to be true; that there had to be some sort of loophole in all of this.

But at the same time? If it weren't for Niall, I'd be dead right now. If Niall didn't love me as much as he does, I would just be lifeless somewhere. Thinking about that does scare me. Of course part of me does want to die like most of the people in my school want me to, but the other part of me doesn't want to die. I don't want to be that kid with his picture in the school hallway with the words "in memory of" under it. In fact, I'm sure my school wouldn't have done that or if they would, someone would probably deface it.

"Baby boo," I blinked a few times to see that we were on the couch in the living room now. Niall was playing with my hair and twirling it with his fingers. "What's going on in that head of yours? I don't like it when you're quiet because when you're quiet—"

"It's not bad thoughts, Ni." I mean it technically wasn't a lie. "I promise."

I heard him let out a sigh of relief before kissing the top of my head.

"Good." He took his hand out of my hair and I sat up to look at him fully. "We should play a game. How about strip truth or dare? If you won't do the dare, then you obviously have to strip."