Between Boys (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23: Us

Danielle POV

It's been about three weeks now and all I ever think about is Niall.

Despite the pain, I continued going to dance class and hanging out with Cody and Eleanor. They help me out a lot, though the only thing that's really been keeping me going is that letter Niall slipped into my hand... I always kept it in my pocket. Sometimes, I'd sneak away to read it and it would brighten my day. It made me feel less abandoned.

"C'mon Dan." Eleanor pleaded for the millionth time. "You've had that thing forever and you still won't tell me what it says." 

"It's just... nice things." I smiled leaving Eleanor completely in the dark. She huffed and made her way to my fridge. 

"Got any raspberries?" 

"Bottom drawer." 

She pulls out the container of berries and pops one in her mouth, "Thanks." She sits beside me again on the plastic chair on the back porch. We enjoy the relaxing feeling that the song playing on the radio brings us although we have no idea what it is. 

When Eleanor left that night, I pulled out my letter. I unfolded it and flattened it out on my kitchen counter. I stared at it for a moment, a long moment, then smiled to myself. I read the letter one more time...

Danielle,

Have you ever fallen in love? Do you know what it's like? If you do, well... I'd like you to explain it to me because I'm not quite sure what love is...

Sometimes I think love is when I look into your eyes, that feeling I get when two simple eyes can affect my whole day. Your beautiful brown eyes alone can make my day. 

Sometimes I think love is that morning when I made breakfast for you, when I saw you in the doorway wearing my t-shirt. I haven't washed it since then; your perfect scent makes me feel close to you, no matter how far away we are.

Sometimes I think love is when you laugh, I could listen to you laugh all the time. The sound of your voice gives me shivers, the happy tingly feeling kind of shivers.

Sometimes I think love is that warmth I feel when I look at you, your beauty, your smile, the perfection in everything you do. 

Sometimes I think love is when I see you dance, I'm not much of a dancer meself but I would dance with you anytime.

Sometimes I think love is how we kiss, the feeling of your lips on mine, they were meant to be together. How when we kiss, it's like nothing else is important. It's as if time itself stops because it becomes useless.

Sometimes I think love is how I never stop thinking about you, ever.  

But you know, that's just me... I was wondering if you could help me though, if you could explain what love really is to you. 

In three weeks, today, at midnight, I'd like you to explain to me what love is where we had our first kiss. 

Sometimes I think love is what I feel for you, Danielle. 

I love you.

Nialler xx

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I'm shaking.

Not from the cold nor the wind, it's actually kind of nice out tonight, but at what the last bit of Niall's letter said. To meet him where we first kissed three weeks from the day he left.

Tonight's the night.

I'm sitting on the curved palm tree, shaking. Shaking like I've never shaken before.

I miss Niall.

With all my heart.

I love him.

I love him more than anything in the world and yet I'm scared, I don't understand why I am or how I even would be, but I am. I'm nervous...

I look out at the ocean, the tide is high, the full moon is out, but where's Niall? 

After a long while of waiting, I begin to lose hope. He's not coming. What was I even thinking? He's on tour in the UK, he wouldn't come here. 

Suddenly, I feel a strong pull on my sweater causing me to tumble back from the tree. I close my eyes and scream but I don't hit the ground. In fact, I feel warm and comfortable, somebody caught me...

I open my eyes and gasp.

Before I could say a word, I feel his lips crash onto mine like the waves beside us. He came. We are together. I can't believe it...

Our lips come apart, I open my eyes to see his beautiful face smiling at me, the light of the moon reflecting off his skin. I hug him as tightly as I possibly can as he holds me effortlessly in his arms. 

Niall nuzzles his head between my neck and shoulder and whispers into my ear, "What is love?" 

I pull my head back and look him deep into his ocean coloured eyes.

"Us."