phobias // n.h. au

four

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(A/n: just a reminder! arrows to the right mean Tristan and arrows to the left means Niall! Thanks!)

'A little rebellion wouldn't be bad.' My book read moments before Niall reappeared in front of me. I could feel his presence the entire time, but there was no way I could ever figure out where he was.

The sound he makes coming back always gives me chills and goosebumps, but they aren't as bad now that he does it frequently enough. The clock on my bed side table read 11 p.m. and I was beginning to become tired.

Niall was worn, it was obvious. He looked hurt,his blue eyes almost cracked. The bags under his eyes seemed to just get worse, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Niall?" I whispered. He looked at me and then looked at his hands without saying anything. "Are you okay?" I continued, catching him off guard with my weird question. He looked at me and I saw his eyes flicker over me, wondering what to say.

"Ya, just tired is all." he finally sighed. I wanted so badly to call him a bluff, but I knew he'd wouldn't react well.

"Well," I said closing my book, "maybe we should sleep then. I mean, you sleep right?"

"It's not necessary, but it helps sometimes, same with eating and drinking, I could go without all of that, but I try not to." he said stretching and standing, opening the door. He took a single step out, but I couldn't hold myself together anymore.

"You don't have to sleep out there. Sleep here." I said patting the bedside I wasn't on. He sighed and I could practically feel his thoughts bouncing in his head. I immediately regretted saying that, but it was instinct. It happened without my own consent.

He didn't say anything, but instead just walked back into the room, and looked into my eyes to double check. I nodded and smiled at him, and his eyes immediately widened. I saw his chest shoot up and freeze, but he bit his lip to keep from smiling and slipped off his old, worn Doc Martens. He sat on the bed and his hidden smile faded.

I put my book away and flipped myself under the covers, still warm from me sitting on them. I felt Niall pull his side up and disappear along with me underneath them.

I couldn't help myself, and I smiled again, although this time he wasn't looking. I let my mind wander, feeling free enough, but hopefully I'd keep my mouth shut.

"Niall?" shit.

"Hm?"

"When are we going to start fixing me?"

"Oh, I guess when you're ready?"

"I'm ready." I felt my voice waiver a bit.

"Oh well then we'll start tomorrow." he said sighing.

"Ok, goodnight." I said quietly. I didn't hear a response for a while, but as I felt my eyes whimper for sleep, I heard it.

"Goodnight Tristan."

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A/n: sorry for such a short chapter. This is a filler, but they are starting the next day! And I think I'll skip to where they haven known each other for a week, but it's like a final test, ya well you'll see! I love you and ugh writing is a struggle.

The struggle is real.

Ya feel? haha jk