Right In This Moment

Chapter 2

January 9, 2014

The sunlight cascaded between the cream colored curtains, giving my skin a zebra print. My eyelids slowly fluttered open, allowing my pupils to adjust to the bright room. Memories from yesterday came rushing back to my mind. The mysterious hospital room, the mirror, the road, and him. Everything happened so quickly, leaving me confused. 

"Hannah, did it hurt?"  Niall asked. 

I pushed my hair back, as the words he said kept replaying, like a broken record in my mind. What was suppose to hurt? Waking up in a place I don't remember, that suddenly turned into a road? Or the fact that I felt like I've haven't walked or done anything for ages? A knock grasped me from my thoughts as my gaze adverted to the bedroom door.

"Come in." I said softly, making sure the sheets were covering my body. 

The door creaked a little bit, then opened fully. Niall stood there, with a cup in his hands. He was wearing a black muscle tee, with white khakis and footies. His hair was damp, as it looked like he just got out of the shower not too long ago. His gaze went from me, to the window on the other side of the room, as if he was scared to look at me. 

"I made you a cup of tea. I didn't know if you liked coffee or not, so I went with the simple hot beverage." He said, in a fast manner. 

The sudden smell of cinnamon and pomegranate attacked my nose. My favorite green tea. I got out of the plush bed, making sure my body was completely covered first. Walking over to him, a smile took over my face. He looked a little bit frieghtened, as if I was about to hurt him. I took the cup from his hands, and put the rim to my lips, slightly tilting it. 

"Thank you." I said, after a long sip. "I remember making this every morning, before I went to school. It made me feel a little better, about the day ahead of me. My b-" 

"Are you having a memory?" Niall asked, smiling.

His smile was perfect. It reached his mysterious blue eyes. As if in slow motion, his hand smoothed through his hair, releasing any tangles or knots. He noticed I was staring, and smirked. Looking down quickly, I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment. Sure I've looked at guys, but not like Niall. He was, beautiful.

"Did you hear me?" Niall said, amusement clear in his voice.

"I'm sorry, what?" I muttered, confused.

He laughed, revealing his smile lines andall of his perfect teeth. I felt as if this was all a dream. A perfect boy, alone in a world, where everyone has left. Just the two of us. No, I don't like him. I just met the boy yesterday!

"I said," He started with a small smile. "It's okay to stare, love. I don't mind. Besides, you're the only girl here, and I need someone to stare at me." He continued. 

This time it was my turn to laugh. He can't be serious, right? Cocky. Very cocky. He laughed along with me, as I held my stomach. Stopping, he looked me in my eyes. The laughing ceased as the air got extremely warm. He came closer, his eyes never leaving mine. What is going on? What..is..going..on? Is he going to kiss me? I've never been kissed before? Is my breath okay? Oh god, MORNING BREATH!

His hand came up to my face, caressing my right cheek. My breathing came to a complete stop. His hand was warm, yet soft to the touch. Smirking, he came even closer. His minty breath fanned across my lips, leaving me in a deep trance. 

"You have...really pretty eyes." He said, backing away from me.

I could barley hear him, as I was still in a trance. DID HE JUST SERIOUSLY DO THAT? TO ME?!

"Hannah love, you're not breathing." Niall snickered, amusement clear on his face.

I took an audible deep breath, and released it, repeating the process. 

"Get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us." He demanded, walking out of the room.

What just happened?