11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 12

Part 12

You slide under the silky covers and swathe yourself in the piled blankets.

“Aloha,” Josh greets you as he shrugs on a pair of sweatpants matching yours and slips off his shirt.

“Hawaiian?” you raise an eyebrow at him as he shuts off the light. You don’t see a thing as he makes his way over to you. The room is pitch black. You hear his footsteps and then---they stop.

Suddenly a pair of hands has grasped you by the waist and you’re laughing frenziedly as Josh tickles you furiously. He doesn’t surrender until you return the favour, gaining on him and in an insant, you realize you both are tumbling off of the bed.

“Ouch!” you groan as your back hits something which you suspect to be Josh’s shoulder.

For a few moments, Josh tickles you again, until his hands rest and simply wrap around you. You both lay there, in an intangled mess. Staring up at the ceiling.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

You are caught off guard and don’t know what to say. “I don’t know.” you manage. “Do you?”

“Yes.” he whispers. “I do now.”

 

Your eyes grow wide and you shove the memory away, forcing yourself to think of anything else but the times you once shared with a certain Irish boy. You can’t bare to think of him again. You’ve spent the past year trying to forget, not remember. You squeeze your eyes shut and Josh shuffles his weight a bit,

“you alright babe?” he enquires, pulling your hair back gently with his sizeable hands.

You shake, “y---yes.” you manage to calm yourself and slowly get up onto your knees, Josh doing the same. You both finally plop back into bed, Josh pulling you close, and wrapping his arms around you protectively.

Gradually, you feel your eyes begin to close, as much as you fight to keep them open, your body surrenders, and you find yourself enveloped into your dreams once again.

　

***

“Britt!” you hear above you. “Britt wake up!” again.

You stir, rolling over onto your side and shooing Josh away.

“Britt, we’re late, get up! The plane leaves in a few hours!” he shakes you, and your eyes shoot open.

You stumble out of bed, clutching your bags in your hands and placing them by the doors, retrieving your passport from your desk and hurrying to slip on a pair of UGGS. You slide on a small sweater, and turn to Josh, who smiles at you.

“Ready?”

You sigh, “as ready as I’ll ever be!”

A limo is already waiting patiently in front of your building.

“Ohh, fancy?” you say as Josh piles your luggage into the trunk.

“Compliments of Modest Management.” he shrugs and takes your hand as you both slip into the leather seats.

You go by Josh’s place and he picks up his things, returning in a matter of minutes. He shoves his baggage next to you, and you guess there isn’t enough room in the trunk, he gets back in beside you, shutting the door cheerfully.