When Everything Changed.

Talking, talking, and more talking.

I felt a nibbled on my ear, followed by slow kissing on my neck. I felt a cool breeze and opened my eyes, realizing we were still outside and I was still in Niall's arms. He continued kissing my neck and I stayed still, smiling and enjoying this perfect moment. 

"Stop." I whispered after a couple seconds. If he continued, I wouldn't be able to control myself and probably would've kissed his face off.

"Okay." I looked up at him and he was pouted. I craned my neck upwards and pecked his lips.

"We slept out here all night and I didn't even wake up once." I said, standing up and stretching. Niall stood up too and when I was done stretching, he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I know, you were a nice blanket." He said and rested his chin on my head. I smiled.

"Yeah cause my fat covered you." I said. He pulled away and stared at me. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and brought my face centimeters away from his.

"You. Are. Not. Fat." He said sternly and I rolled my eyes. 

I pecked right near his mouth then brushed past him and into the hotel room. I plopped down onto my bed and ran a hand through my messy sleep hair. I smoothed it back into place and then Niall came in.

"Babe, you really think your fat?" He asked and I shrugged.

"It's whatever. Go to your room and get ready. I need to talk to Brooke." I said and he sat down and put his arms around me.

"I don't wanna.. can't we do other things?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I giggled.

"Your a pervert. But seriously go and talk to Zayn." I said and stood up.

"Okay babe. See you in a little." He kissed me and then disappeared out the door.

I did the usual. Shower, straighten hair, bathing suit, and done. Now off to talk to Brooke. 

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Niall's point of view; 

I left Mandy's room and quietly slipped into mine across the hall. I wasn't sure of the time yet so Liam and Zayn could still be sleeping. I closed the door and walked along to my room. I showered quickly then slipped on some swimming trunks. Then I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I peaked around the corner and Zayn was angrily throwing meat onto bread, making a sandwich. Well he was definitely awake.

 "Don't hurt the bread.. it didn't do anything." I said, sitting down at the table. 

"Ha ha. You're funny." Zayn said sarcasticly and then sat down across from me. He pushed the plate with the sandwich on it over to me. 

"Here," He started. "I've lost my appetite." He sighed and placed his head in his hands, rubbing it.

'What's up mate?" I asked. 

"Last night." He mumbled. 

"Oh yeah.. that was interesting." I said awkwardly watching Zayn. He had stopped rubbing his head and was now looking at me.

"Niall.. I like Brooke." He sighed. I had to hold my jaw in place.

"Zayn, she's 13." I reminded him.

"No shit, but she'll be 14 in a week and we just get along so well. She understands me and she acts like she's my age. She makes me feel happy." He said. Oh my lord.

"You really like her don't ya?" I asked.

"Of course I fucking like her. Age means nothing to me at this point, not with how she makes me feel." He admitted and I felt for him, I really did.