Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Nineteen.

When I got to Niall's place I found him in the kitchen, of course, cooking some bacon. I could smell it from the garden it was so good!

"Hey there princess!"

He tore himself away from the frying pan to embrace me in a huge Horan hug. He's famous for his amazing hugs but he swears he leaves the best ones for me.

He tonned arms wrap around my neck and my smaller ones wrap around his torso. He's warm and strongly smells of whatever aftershave he uses.

We stand there in each others arms for quite a while. I need this and I think Niall could tell. In all the years I've known him he has never pulled out of s hug first. He knows that sometimes I need to just stay there. I'm not sure exactly if he knows, but I've always felt safe in his embrace. Even just in his presence. I'm safe with him. We're safe together.

I take a deep breathe, inhaling his amazing smell and nuzzling my face into his neck.

I've missed him.

"Everything okay princess?"

He's leaning his cheek against my head and I can feel every word vibrate through his chest as he speaks.

"I've missed you"

A tear escapes my eye and I begin to pull away.

I'm only out of his arms for two seconds before an arm is slung around my shoulders and I'm pulled into his side as he checks on the bacon with his other arm. Both my arms are wrapped around his torso in a sort of side hug, we stay there comfortably as he puts the cooked bacon pieces into two sandwich rolls.

"Have you been working out?!"

I've only just realised how tonned his arms are, and I can't be sure but it feels as if he has more muscle around his torso.. maybe even a six pack.

A manly chuckle vibrates through his chest before he kissed my head.

"Thanks for noticing, yeah I've been doing a few weights at the gym recently. I guess its paying off then"

We both let go and grab our bacon butties along with drinks and the rest of the junk food and carrying them into the living room.

"You're arms feel a lot stronger, I like it"

"Thanks princess"

I flash him a smile before setting the food down on the floor in front of the TV.

A few blankets have been placed on the laminated floor and there's pillows on the sofa behind us. I know what he's planning..

"FORT!"

We both shouted it at the same time and grabbed all the pillows we could hold. I ran into his room across the corridor and stole his duvet from his huge double bed.

After a few seconds of building we snuggled into the fort we had built and starting eating our bacon butties.

"So what film do you wanna start with?"

He's finished way before me, greedy guts, and is looking through his Netflix on the tele.

"Frozen?"

"Perfect"

He clicks on Frozen and the film begins just as I finish my bacon. It turns out that even when we haven't seen each other in a while we still get up to similar things in our spare time because we both know almost all the words to the entire film.

I love to sing, its one of my favourite things. But I'm not very confident about my voice. He told me countless times that I can't sing and I guess when someone tells you the same thing over and over you start to believe it.