Niall's POV
Aubree was laying next to me, falling asleep.
I wiggled to the edge of the bed, and picked up my t-shirt, helping Aubree, half-asleep, into the shirt so she wasn't completely naked and freezing.
I got out of bed, putting my boxers on, and walked out of the room.
I headed into the kitchen and went to the freezer for some ice.
Aubree said she felt fine, but I felt terrible for hitting her head.
I returned to the room, and snuggled back into bed with a sleeping Aubree. I pressed the ice to the side of Aubree's head, hoping it wouldn't wake her up.
I smiled down at her as she turned in her sleep, grabbing onto me.
Aubree's POV
When I got back to our flat on Monday, I could smell leftovers from Nando's heating up in the kitchen. Niall had music going, and he was singing loudly. He didn't hear me come in.
I took off my shoes and my socks and my jumper, and headed to the kitchen where Niall was singing along to Justin Timberlake. I giggled.
He turned around at my laughter, a grin emerging on his face, but I pouted. That made him pout. "What?"
"I was supposed to scare you."
"Well," Niall walked toward me, "that's not very nice."
He scooped me up with lightening speed, throwing me over his shoulder, making me squeal.
My legs kicked at the air as he ran me around the flat. "Say you're sorry!"
"I'm sorry!" I screamed between my laughter. "Put me down!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Um...." I knew he was looking for 'please' but I wanted to make him laugh. "Chicken."
He played along, "Correct!"
He chuckled, placing me down and hugging me. "I miss you today."
"I missed you more." I pecked his lips.
God, I never thought I'd be that gross, annoying couple. But I freaking loved it. I loved it all: the way he made me feel just by looking at me, and how he flooded my mind every second of every day.
Niall's POV
With Aubree here, living with me, constantly by my side, seconds and minutes and hours and days flew by. It was Friday before we knew it, and I was excited that we would both have the weekend off to spend with each other. I just had to get one more interview out of the way, and then I was officially on a break for about two more months.
I got out of bed, kissing a half-awake Aubree on the cheek, and reminding her to not sleep in too late for work. Because I had an interview early, Marlene had agreed to drive Aubree today. I planned on teaching Aubree to drive, though, just because I didn't want her not being able to go anywhere if I wasn't around.
When my four bandmates and I got to the place, a spunky blonde hugged all of us and then we sat down on stools by recording microphones.
She sat facing us, and plummeted right down into the questions, "So, guys! How are you liking the success of the album?"
Liam went on for a while about how incredible it was, thanking our beautiful fans, and then she cut him off, "Okay, Niall!"
I flashed her a smile, intimidated by her bouncy bleached curls and rectangular mouth, excitement in her eyes for any splash of gossip.
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Through The Dark (Niall Horan Fanfic)
FanfictionThe first time Niall sees Aubree, he senses that she's struggling. Niall falls head first for her laugh and her smile, and he'll do whatever he can to make her become whole again, and to see that smile and hear that laugh.