Fix You ✧ N.H

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three / Niall

Song for this chapter: Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Uff love that song

If you don't already have it- GO GET IT NOWW

it kinda sets the mood for a part later on so don't play it until I slip it in.

((Or you can its whatevs))

so be ready for that

Dedicated to Awkward_Bitch bc she's perf and I love her. Go check her story out too its called Red.

Enjoy this chapter.

Love you guys(:

"I'm so sorry," She apologized for the tenth time this morning. I smiled down at her, placing my chin on the top of her head. She hugged me tighter, her small arms remaining composure on my waist. "It's alright, love." I sighed, stroking her hair. She breathed out and slowly released her arms from me. She took my hands into hers and gave em a good squeeze or two. "Ready?" She smiled and my whole mood instantly heightened. I nodded grabbing my bag and suitcase, her following along. We made our way across the landing port, to the small private plane management had arranged for us. Well, mainly me.

I followed behind the petite girl, her bun bopping on the top of her head and her hips swaying side to side. She had so much sass bottled up in her. She was caring, funny, beautiful, charismatic, and had an intense attitude. She held her own and had her friends' backs like no other. She had so many characteristics all guys wanted and she could have any guy- but somehow she chose me. Out of the billions of people on this earth, she chose a busy, idiotic boy from Ireland. She chose the goofiest of them all and yet, I couldn't be more happier that it was her who I'd get to spend my most intimate times and memories with. She was my one in a billion. She was my shooting star, the guiding hand down the stone path to my heart.

How did I get so lucky?

She gave me a quick glance, quickly turning back around with a slight smile on her face. Her pink converse making their way up the few steps into the plane. Her knit sweater coming to just the end of her dark denim shorts. She didn't have to try to look beautiful, she naturally was.

"Hello Mr. Horan and Mrs. -" The pilot looked over to Sydney. "Belle," She curtly smiled, sticking her hand out. "Sydney Belle." The older man took her hand and shook it, bowing his head a little. Sydney looked at me and blushed, she wasn't used to this. "Sir and madam," The pilot showed us over to the seating area. Six seats were in the plane- captain seats that is, one facing the other. He took our bags and placed them in the top compartments, then taking his seat at the front of the controls, closing the cabin door behind him. I sat down in my usual seat, pushing a few buttons to get comfortable. Sydney plopped down in the chair in front of me, examining the plane. She kept taking in every little bit. She then looked at me and giggled.

"This is so cool," She gawked. "I'm used to the economic seats where there's the usual annoying kid kicking the back of your seat and you get a two peanut bag limit." I chuckled, bending down to pick her legs up. I placed them on my own and slipped her converse off. Her sock cladded feet wiggling around in my touch. I began to massage them slowly. She instantly relaxed in her seat and looked out the window. I watched as her jaw grinned back and forth, and her lashes batted up and down- fighting sleep from the pleasure she was feeling.

"Ya know, if you click the third button on the left, your chair will warm and vibrate. Push it three times- that's the best speed." I mentioned. She looked down at the arm rest and followed down the placement of buttons. She did as I said and grunted in pure pleasure. She looked back up at me and laughed. "You're the best." She lazily -yet cutely- grinned at me, batting her eyelashes. I grinned back and nodded. "I know." Her chest began to jolt up and down from the laughter she was holding inside. She slipped her legs off of mine and leaned forward.