The Letters That Saved Her Life (sequel to Dear Niall {A Niall Horan Fanfic})

December 26, 2016

December 26, 2016

Jackie's POV

I wake up to Niall's alarm on his phone going off. He grans and climbs off me. I roll onto my side, and he folds himself into my back after shutting the alarm off.

"You going to take a shower before you leave?" I ask groggily.

"Probably." He answers. His voice is deep and rough in the morning. He pulls me closer to him so my back is against his chest. I can feel his nose against my neck and I smile slightly.

"What time do you have to be at the airport?"

"I have to be there at twelve."

"This afternoon?"

"No, at night." He says, his voice low.

"We have plenty of time. Why'd you set the alarm so early?" I groan.

"Because I want to spend time with you." He says nuzzling his face into my neck. I turn around and give him a hug, then fight my way out of his arms. "Where are you going?" He wines.

"I have to let Raph out. Just come down when your ready." I kiss the top of his head and go downstairs. Raph whines at me when he sees me. "It's ok buddy." I open his kennel, pick him up, and head to the back door. After hooking him up on his leash I head back inside cause it's freezing outside and all I'm wearing is one of Niall's white shirts. Before heading into the kitchen I put half a scoop of puppy kibble in his dish.

Should I make eggs or french toast? Probably both, Niall will eat both. I take two pans out, and all the ingredients I'll need. After making the french toast batter I dip the bread into it and put four pieces on the pan at a time. I let that sit as I start on the eggs. Beating six eggs into a bowl and adding a little milk, salt, and pepper, then mixing it again before pouring them onto the other pan. I get out two plates, and two spatulas. After mixing the eggs a bit in the pan I flip the french toast onto the other side. When going back to mix the eggs I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist.

"I love it when you wear my shirts." I smile and tuck my wild hair behind my ear. "Can I help?"

"No, you always cook." He chuckles.

"Sorry. I just like to provide for my girlfriend."

"Provide delicious food?"

"Exactly. Although, I wouldn't say that I cook delicious food. More like ok tasting food." I smile and he rests his head on my shoulder. We stay like this until I'm done cooking the food. I ask Niall to set the two plates full of french toast and eggs on the dinning room table. I get two more plates and set them at the table also. When we're finally able to sit we decide to sit across from each other. My cold bare feet fit between his, and I love it. Although he always complains how my feet are always freezing. I don't know why they are.

After breakfast Niall insists on doing the dishes. I stay in the kitchen with him as he loads the dishwasher. I know he has a dishwasher, but I like to hand wash them because it relaxes me. I don't know why. When he's finished he grabs two waters and sits on the couch as I put in a random movie that he owns. When I stand back up to sit next to him he's laying on his stomach, sprawled out on the entire couch. I'm gonna have fun with this.

I sit on his butt, my legs on either side of him, and softly run my hands over his back. It makes me try to recall him putting a shirt on this morning, cause I never saw him slip one on. He came down for breakfast without one. I ignore it and continue, pressing play for the movie. I slowly put my hands under his shirt, lightly pressing my fingers into his back. I lift his shirt up a bit so it's just below his chest. He reaches down and pulls it all the way off before resting his head on his arms again. I won't complain. I apply a little more pressure, and start to kneed his muscles. I can feel him relax under me.