Saving Niall

Chapter ThirtyTwo-Fine

It's been at least three days since I've been at Liam's and he's been really supportive of me, but something makes me feel like he's disappointed.
All I've been doing is laying around on the guest bed, ignoring Niall's text messages and phone calls.
So far in the past day that I've been gone, I've gotten fifty phone calls and twenty text messages.
Even though I'm sort've hurt by his choice of words, I feel really bad for him.
Liam's been trying to guilt me into going back to Niall, saying he's been a wreck ever since I left.

"So, how was recording?" I asked Liam as I cuddled up with my ivory pillow.
The bed sank down as he took a seat, sighing.
"Not well, I had to pry Niall out of the flat and to the studios. He looks and is a real mess. His hangover was outrageous and unexceptional and he hasn't eaten in forever."  
Sighing, my eyes widened.
"He hasn't eaten, huh?" I questioned, biting my lip.
There was a moment of silence.
"You should really go back to him. He needs you." Liam pleaded.
I knew he was right, but I just didn't want to be let down. Seeing the man I loved, lying around on the sofa would put me in instant tears.
I wiped my red eyes and nodded.
"I guess you're right, I'll see him." I murmured, sitting up and grabbing my bag.
"Thank you so much, Li. You've been a great support." I smiled, giving him a tight hug.

I got in my car and sat there for a moment, looking back at the house, I saw Liam waving cheerfully out the window.
"Ugh," I groaned, starting my car.
As I drove away, excitement and fear lingered my body. I truly didn't want to see Niall in a fragile state.
As I arrived at my flat(condo), I nervously ran my fingers through my hair, praying that he would be okay.
Once I got to the front door, I fiddled with the house keys, trying to keep my hands from shaking.
There was faint whimpers on the other side of the door and high volume of the television.
Quivering my lip in a shame, I quietly unlocked it, putting my keys back in my purse.
There was a strong scent of scotch and vodka roaming the room.
I sightly gagged at the smell and shook it off.
My main plan was to get to Niall.
Scanning the living room, I saw a big blob of blankets and tissues on the white sofa.
Under them was probably Niall, crying.
I noticed the blankets jolting and deep whimpers muffled under them.
Sighing, I softly sat down and began to rub his bare back.
There was a short jump and he looked over at me.
His eyes were red and puffy with dark bags under them.
I could smell the scent of alcohol lingering on his tongue.
"Aria? Is that you or am I drunk?" He croaked, reaching for my face.
I closed my eyes as his large hand laid softly on my cheek as he slowly rubbed my cheekbone with his thumb.
"Oh Aria..."

I sat there in silence, looking at the ground.
I couldn't bare seeing my lover like this, especially since I was the cause of it.
"I'm sorry." I almost whispered, catching up to his eyes.
His lips parted as he studied my face, as if I were a ghost.
"Don't be, I also have the blame." He murmured.
Grinning, I rested my head on his shoulder.
"What are you waiting for? Kiss me." I whispered.
A smile reached from one side of Niall's face to the other. As he impatiently reached for my face, I slid my arms around his waist.
He looked deeply into my eyes as I did the same, longing for his touch.
"It's been only three days and I couldn't stand not having you in my arms." He confessed, locking his lips with mine.
Smiling, we parted, staring into each other's eyes for just a moment, going back to kissing.
"I love you!" Niall gasped.
Pulling away, I nodded.
"I love you too!" I agreed, giving him one last hug.

We sat on the sofa, no television, no music, just the sounds of our heart beats. They were beating together.  
I laid on top of him as he traced shapes into my back with his fingers.
"Okay, guess what I'm spelling." He smiled.
The sound of his voice vibrated in his chest, causing me to grin.
I focused on each letter.
"Erm, I love you?" I guessed, looking over at him.
He looked down at me and nodded.
"Next," he murmured.
As he began to trace, I closed my eyes in relaxation.
"April thirteenth?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Damn you're good. Do you know what it is?" He asked.
I hummed and nodded.
"If you proposed on Valentines Day, and we want to get married in two months, then it would be a possible wedding date?" I suggested, folding my arms on his bare chest and resting my head on them.
He blew a kiss and nodded, resting his arms around my lower waist.
"Is that okay with you?" He questioned.
Nodding, I yawned.
"But we have to get started on the plans as soon as possible." I concerned.
He bit his lip in thought.
"If we start on the basics, it'd have to be location. Ireland possibly?" He pleaded, giving me the puppy eyes.
Ireland would be perfect, open lands, natural greens, I had to say yes.
"Perfect. Open green grass?" I added, slightly confident.
He chuckled and nodded.
"I'll ask one of  my leprechaun friend to jump around and throw gold and lucky charms." He joked.
My crystal blue eyes widened.
"Really, you know a leprechaun!" I gasped, joking.
He lowered his eyebrow.
"Please, I am a leprechaun." He teased, kissing my forehead.
"But seriously, we do need a leprechaun." I added.