Tell Me You Remember. (Niall Horan)

9.

6 months later:

I felt more and more like an old person every day. It was getting harder to get out of bed, even if I was only eighteen today. I stretched my aching muscles of my arms, tussling my already messy hair in its bun atop my head.

When I had finally swung my legs over the side of the bed and willed my tired legs to move, I wandered down the hallway to the kitchen. Weird, I thought. Hannah was usually up by now. "Hannah?" I called. "Jaxie?" No answer. Maybe they were at the park, I told myself. But it was only half eight in the morning...

I heard a loud bang echo from the front room, along with a loud curse. "Who's there?" I whispered, and grabbed the first kitchen utensil I saw, a baking pan, and crept into the room. It was completely dark, which made this situation all the more terrifying.

"Winnie," A voice whispered in my ear. I shrieked, violently swinging my 'weapon' around in front of me. I made contact with the intruder, causing them to groan and fall to the ground.

"OUCH! Win, it's me!"

It couldn't be. Could it? I dropped the pan and scrambled for a light switch. When the light came on, a crumpled Niall lie on the floor, clutching his head in pain.

"Jesus Christ, woman, you've got an arm. Aren't you excited to see me?" he chuckled through clenched teeth.

"Oh, my God! Niall I'm so sorry! Here, let me look," I checked his head for any blood or bumps, but found none. "Just a bruise. I think you'll survive," I told him, smiling. 

"I missed you so much, Win," he crushed me to him, keeping me tight against him.

After a few minutes of this, I was proper suffocating. "Erm, Niall, can't breathe," I choked.

"Sorry," he laughed, letting up some. "I just love you too much."

"You're so corny," I poked his ribs. "You know where Hannah and Jax are, don't you?" I accused.

"They're with Tilly. They send you their countless birthday wishes, but promised to let me have you all to myself on your special day."

"I'm eighteen, not five. It's no special day if I'm getting older," I laughed.

"It's special if it's with me," he bragged. I pushed his shoulder playfully.

"So, what am I doing on my special day, then?"

He put a finger to my lips, quieting me instantly. "That's a surprise, love."

"Oh, come on," I whined. "You know I hate surprises."

"Too bad, Win. You'll have to wait," he shook his head.

I shot him a look. "I'll get it out of you," I warned.

"And how will you manage to do that?" he asked.

I smiled. "I have a few ways." My fingers ran through his beautiful hair; he'd grown it out over the months I hadn't seen him. Grasping the strands between my fingers, I pulled him towards me, crashing his lips against mine. He smiled into my lips, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I easily lost myself in him, his familiar smell and the way he nibbled at my bottom lip lightly. I sighed, loving the feel of his lips on mine. "I love you, Niall," I whispered as my lips brushed over his lightly.

"Thank God," he laughed, kissing me once more before leading me into the kitchen and sitting me down in one of the chairs.

I eyed him warily as he grabbed an apron from the side closet and tied it around his waist. "What're you getting on about?" I asked.