Naturally

Chapter 33

Niall's POV 

"Sunny?" I quietly said as I heard the line pick up.

"Hi." she answered.

"Its been five days." I sighed.

"I know..." she mumbled, fumbling with things on around her.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too." I heard her sigh back. 

"I love hearing the sound of your voice." I said, feeling my mouth curve in to a smile.

"Not as much as I love hearing yours." she challenged.

"I'm not even going to play this game, we all know i love yours the most." I lowly chuckled.

I heard her giggle on the line, which made my heart completely drop.

"You're so beautiful..." I painfully said.

"You can't even see me." she half-laughed.

"I don't need to see you to know you look beautiful." I gloated.

I heard her go silent on the other side before I heard a few muffled sniffs.

"Sunny?" I quizically asked.

"Yeah?" her voice cracked.

She's crying.

"Why are you crying, angel?" I gently asked.

"I just miss you so much." she quietly sniffed.

"This is my fault. If I didn't slap you you would still be here with me in my arms." 

"Niall, don't start taking the blame. Besides I'll always be there with you, just not physically." 

Dammit I love her so much.

"It is my fault. I hurt you. I actually fucking slapped you when I promised I wouldn't ever appear to you like your father."

"Niall..." she mumbled.

"I'm supposed to take care of you and show how much I love you. I do love you Sunny, fuck, do I love you. More than you could ever believe." 

"Niall." she mumbled a bit louder.

"I just wish I could take it all back and not do that to you. I wish I could heal you with kisses but I know thats not possible."

"Niall!" she gently raised her voice.

"What?"

"I get to design outfits for a Victoria Secret contest."

"What?" I repeated myself.

"Yeah. Like I'll make designs for the fashion show theme, and in January, if either me or Abby get picked our designs will be worn and judged for the show."

"You're kidding?" 

"No. Thats not even the best part..."

"Let me make sure I have extra underwear if I piss myself." I jokingly laughed.

She laughed along before finishing her sentence.

"If you win, you get one thousand pounds and a scholarship if the judges like the outfits." 

"Scholarship for what?" I raised a brow.

"To go to a different Fashion Institution! Its just thirty minutes from our place and there are a lot more workers and its all just a great opportunity."

"I bet you'll beat Abby." I scoffed.

"Niall, if she wins you will be happy for her." 

"Nah, you'll win anyway." I added.