Opposites ~ n.h (rewriting)

Chapter 22: Easy make up.

Wednesday and I still haven't heard from Niall. I'm worried, mad and over all just hearbroken that he would do something like this. I thought I could love him without getting hurt. I thought that for once, I was safe of heartbreak and pain. Turns out I wasn't. 

I grab my books from my bag and get ready to study for the rest of the night. I try to focus on the books but my head won't let me. Every time I close my eyes I see Niall's glare towards me and I hate it. He looked at me like he honestly hated my guts and never wanted to see me again. After a few hours I make myself a few sandwiches for dinner and a large cup of tea as I head back to homework. If I knew beforehand that I was going to be so distracted all the time from homework and studying I probably wouldn't have chosen this study. 

Going through this mini-depression thingy makes me think of not only the things I can't do with Niall, but also the things I can't do with or without Niall. Field hockey for example. For some reason I can't stop thinking about my knee injury and how I could've been a professional if Hannah didn't trip me. How I could've had my dream come true. The worst thing was when I fell and felt the snap in my knee, I knew. I knew that it was all over that moment. I knew the fall had given me an injury that would either take a lot of time to rehabilitate from or would stop me from sporting ever again. The only thing I can do right now is run when my knees are wrapped in those incredibly tight knee braces, and only then I can manage to run for about half an hour to 45 minutes. 

I snap back from my thoughts by a short but firm knock on my door. Confused I walk to the door. I only know one person that would knock that way and I've barely spoken to him in 3 weeks. I open the door and I jump a little, surprised to see Niall standing there. His hair even messier and the circles under his eyes even more prominent. Without saying anything he walks in and sits down on the couch in the living room. Still confused I walk after him and sit down next to him, not sure as to what he's planning on doing. 

"We need to talk." He says, his voice calm. "I know." I state. We do really need to talk. "I don't feel like doing that right now so can we just make out for a bit?" He asks, looking up a me with a cheeky smile. The smile that I've probably missed the most. The smile that makes mine just as big as his whenever I see it. I nod and as soon as I've done that he moves closer to me and pulls me with him as he lays down.

He carefully flips us around so he's hovering over me. He takes the time to take in every detail of my face before finally leaning in. My breathing is uneven as our lips almost touch. I'm desperate at this point. I don't just want his lips on mine, I need them. "Please." I beg. Niall chuckles as he finally presses his lips on mine. Instantly I feel complete again. Our lips move in a slow pace, his lips taste sweet as my tongue swipes across them. We both smile in the kiss. Niall pulls away but leans in again after frowning at the sudden loss of contact. "Too soon." He smiles against my lips. 

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I stand up from my bed and reach for a random piece of clothing. Niall's jeans. Won't cover up much. I find his shirt and pull it over my head. I turn around to face Niall. He's still in the clouds of the events that just took place. I am as well, but I just really need to rinse off the sweat. "I'm going to take a shower." I tell him. He shoots up from his position and walks after me to the bathroom. "I'll join you." He whispers in my ear. "Okay, but don't try anything." I tell him firmly, winking after. 

We shower quickly and I hand Niall the sweater I still have that's his and some sweatpants Harry left while staying here. I get dressed myself as Niall walks out of the room, already fully dressed. I walk out of the room and into the living room, assuming that is where Niall went. When I look around the room, there's no Niall to be seen. 

"Niall?" I call. "In here!" I hear his voice coming from the kitchen and smile as I see he's not wearing the sweater I gave him. He's staring at the contents in my fridge as I stare at his exposed back and shoulders.