Deciding My Direction (on hold to edit)

Love Me For Me

When Tuesday arrived later that week, I woke up extra early. At three, I crawled out my window and walked to Harry's house, meeting Niall outside in his yard.

He wrapped his arms around me carefully, pressing kisses into my messy bedhead. He was acting like I was going to break, and with the past week I've gotten to spend with him and the rest of the lads coming to an end, I thought I might break too.

But I knew in six more days I'd have him back, even if it was just for a night. By this point, I'd take even a minute. I just needed him. I needed him more than I ever thought.

He's my saftey. He's made me happy, even when I shouldn't be. He's made my mind change a little in little ways, but all around I was still a fucked up mess.

"I don't want to leave you princess." He sighed into my hair.

"I know." I whispered back, not wanting to admit that I was ready to fall onto my knees and beg him to stay.

"Only six days."

"Six days." I mirrored him, sighing and hiding my face in his chest.

"Your hair smells like flowers." Niall told me. i knew he was smiling, i could hear it in his voice.

"Thanks. You smell like nandos and tea. And a really nice colonge." I said, my fingers running over the fabric of his green tshirt.

"Other than flowers I smell I think cinnimon and chocolate. You smell like happiness." He teased, kissing my forehead.

"Well. I think I should say thank you." I shrugged, making him laugh. His fingers were tracing circles on my shoulderblades and back.

"I'm going to miss you, flower..."

"Flower?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He blushed.

"Yeah. Because a poppy is a flower and you're beautiful, just like flowers. And you smell like flowers." He stuttered, making me blush too.

"Thanks." I said, my stutter fully blown.

"When you blush you remind me of pink poppies." He told me, kissing my cheek, keeping his lips pressed there long enough to make my heart go wild.

"When you blush you don't remind me of anything. You're just Nialler. No one is like you." I shrugged, playing with the sleeves covering my hands, locked behind his neck. I didn't want to let him go.

"I don't want to leave you...I'll miss you too much." He told me blankly, making my breath hitch, again. He already told me... but i didnt believe it.

"You have to. your fans and the lads need you." I reminded him, shaking. I need him, I need him.

"But don't you need me too?" He asked quietly, biting his lip.

"Well yeah but they need you more." They deserve your attention.

"I'd rather be here."

"I'd rather you be here too." I sighed, biting my lip.

"At least we have a few hours." I suggested, making him smile.

"Yeah. At least theres that..." He sgihed, smiling.

"I really do love your smile." I blushed, looking down.

"Thank you. I prefer yours."

"I'd rather have yours. Its cute." I shrugged, making him chuckle.

"I'm still getting braces."

"Nooooo." I sighed, sticking my bottom lip out.

"Yeessss. I really want them. It'll make me cuuuterrr." He smiled his perfect toothed smile, my head shaking in response.